Going through old stuff and found this written by my first husband, David Callaway, in 1970. He died in 1980 at age 30. Our peace and love hippie days.
Tragic that he died so young. The little left of him his words, thin as light but living as a window to what he was. You telling of his young death brings to memory my brother who died in the late seventies at just about the same age. I miss him a lot. David had some talent with words. Is there more? Other poems or writings? If there are you should put them up. I know my words will be my only legacy and I hope someone reads them when I'm gone. Thank you for displaying his work here Lark. Bob
Maybe it was that indeed, but the words still capture the modern mindset of a man toward the woman whom he loved. This was very good of you to post his poem. If there is a way for him to do it he is smiling today.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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and beauty does indeed live thru you.
Peace and love in your difficult days.
Ed
Maybe it was that indeed, but the words still capture the modern mindset of a man toward the woman whom he loved. This was very good of you to post his poem. If there is a way for him to do it he is smiling today.