Flowered Hat

A poem...

The faded green paint
upon these walls
of photographs
in shades of faint
memories that call
me back to smiles and laughs...

reminds me of summers
when we were young;
under a newborn sun
in your green dress
in green fields
of sunflowers and oak trees
beneath starry skies
in star-lit dreams.

And while the paint is faded
in our small flat
your smile has not lost any power;
shaded beneath your flowered hat
in that green dress you just bought
these early summer hours
make me wonder.

To the first time
I saw that smile
as a young child
wild and carefree;
in my mother's flower shop
how you stopped and stared at me
an ocean storm
and a summer breeze.

You're nearly dressed now
asking me
if you look okay.
I smile
and kiss your lips
there's nothing left to say.

Reviews

[Brett]

Wow, great story to this poem. Excellent piece!

[Knightingale]

Thank you so much! I'd love to hear your thoughts on some of my other pieces if you get tye time. Either way thanks for taking the time to read this :)