with thanks too Rob , his poem got me too thinking and remembering . Shedding a quiet tear. Thank you Rob.
How she smiled , laugh , my Rose
Rose smiled and laugh , like no other
Woman I have ever met , sincere , genuine
Nor will I ever meet again
Rose wormed me , hart , mind and spirit
How I loved too brush her long brunet hare
That reached to below her waist
How it shone , brilliantly
How we talked , that's how we met
Talking over the airwaves on C B radio
Decided too eye ball each other
Found we could talk and talk , and how
We talked
We became best mates ,best friends
I had two nefues , she had a boy and girl
Both younger than my lads
Gave her advice of what I'd learnet from being a step in
Parent
Where I'd goon right , where'd I'd wrong
Yes we became lovers , both never regretted we did
We talked as only trusting genuine friends can
About what it's like too be a man , what it's like
Being a woman
How this and that felt
Just what we thought about , this and that
We even changed rolls , that is Rose took the
Lead , led too a greater experience fore us both
I like too think I liberated Rose , in many ways
Rose liberated me
Rose had many experanses , she'd certainly
Never experansde but fore me
As did I , still am thanks too my Scottish lass , Rose
I write of not just with me , but what Rose expireansde
With out me present , and I with out Rose
How I miss holding Rose in my arms , her sent drifting
up in too my senses
Her smiling lips and eyes , her Scottish burr , her laugh
Our life changing conversations
A brain hemarige took her away
In my hart , in my mind , Rose remains with in me.
'' 'Tis better to of loved ( and been loved ) than
than never loved ( and been loved ) at all''
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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I MISS HER SMILING , HER SCOTISH BURR
How I miss Rose , my Scots lassHow she smiled , laugh , my Rose
Rose smiled and laugh , like no other
Woman I have ever met , sincere , genuine
Nor will I ever meet again
Rose wormed me , hart , mind and spirit
How I loved too brush her long brunet hare
That reached to below her waist
How it shone , brilliantly
How we talked , that's how we met
Talking over the airwaves on C B radio
Decided too eye ball each other
Found we could talk and talk , and how
We talked
We became best mates ,best friends
I had two nefues , she had a boy and girl
Both younger than my lads
Gave her advice of what I'd learnet from being a step in
Parent
Where I'd goon right , where'd I'd wrong
Yes we became lovers , both never regretted we did
We talked as only trusting genuine friends can
About what it's like too be a man , what it's like
Being a woman
How this and that felt
Just what we thought about , this and that
We even changed rolls , that is Rose took the
Lead , led too a greater experience fore us both
I like too think I liberated Rose , in many ways
Rose liberated me
Rose had many experanses , she'd certainly
Never experansde but fore me
As did I , still am thanks too my Scottish lass , Rose
I write of not just with me , but what Rose expireansde
With out me present , and I with out Rose
How I miss holding Rose in my arms , her sent drifting
up in too my senses
Her smiling lips and eyes , her Scottish burr , her laugh
Our life changing conversations
A brain hemarige took her away
In my hart , in my mind , Rose remains with in me.
'' 'Tis better to of loved ( and been loved ) than
than never loved ( and been loved ) at all''
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 653 times
Written on 2008-03-13 at 22:21
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