In memory.
Secretive in his way
Hiding his pain
In glasses of red wine
How surprised he must have been
That I wore my pain
On the outside
Like a badge of honor
The things we couldn't talk about
were many
But jokes we shared
And a kind of calm, a peace
I haven't found in anyone else
His spirit is in me
His blood runs through mine
Like the valley, like the vine.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 13:28
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My Dad
Genial, smilingSecretive in his way
Hiding his pain
In glasses of red wine
How surprised he must have been
That I wore my pain
On the outside
Like a badge of honor
The things we couldn't talk about
were many
But jokes we shared
And a kind of calm, a peace
I haven't found in anyone else
His spirit is in me
His blood runs through mine
Like the valley, like the vine.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 737 times
Written on 2007-06-25 at 13:28
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