Renee, going on twoA Poem by Ed Hartshe is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart
my little attila-the-hunness came
across the margin of my vision ranges she talks to herself and me the same the symmetry of my life she changes nose arun, feet asail she surveys her land amazed i stumble from the diaper pail a little lost, a little dazed i would not have you think me less if my tones are not maternal each moment of this time i bless it has to do with things eternal and as for you dear freedom's child whose quick tears and sudden joy alternate my seasons wild while with my sentiments you toy it is your rightful inclination to test the limits of invention my duty into this relation will offer more than slight convention so when the years have seasoned time to make us who we learned to be somewhere in your heart sublime will live our secret memory
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Added on March 14, 2016Last Updated on March 15, 2016 AuthorEd HartOlympia, WAAbout3/11/17, i am taking this way to notify my friends and readers that several months ago i was given my walking papers from this dimension...i have pancreatic cancer, stage 4, metastasized...so, you can.. more..Writing
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