#310492 added October 15, 2009 at 8:36am Restrictions: None
Looking Out For Everybody
My past haunts me still.
In such a large family,
Mom loved Pop
and Pop wasn't in the ground.
I didn't have failing eyesight
and my p's and q's were
always better then.
I have autumn flowers in friendships.
Family like friends never die.
I was always looking for everybody.
The goodbyes that had been
tiny waving white-laced gloved hands
of kissing cousins
reunioning like the Rock of Ages
have all vanished into autumn flowers,
blooming in another county.
Brilliant Mums that tell me to whisper
"How I loved them, I love them still!"
are like flowers of the season,
melting to the seaside as I talk
to a woman at The Bay who wants me
to know my family.
I have trust in them.
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