His name softly
escapes my lips
I sigh---from memories
a soft touch
a gentle squeeze
my soul seeps
recollections
the way it was
the way it is
the way it will always be
what could have been---was
what was---still is
in the wee wee hours
i feel his touch
always
I whisper his name
softly.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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