MORE THAN A MEMORY
You drift backward as I move forward in time,
Existed for but a moment in this world of mine.
You were so very real, more than a memory,
Our distance will come together, again we will meet,
A smile on your face, you meant so much to me.
More than a memory, personality, heart, and soul,
You once walked this land, my father from a moment ago.
Keith Garrett
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I enjoyed this short piece! I used to write poetry as a kid. All very sad and lonely doomed teenager stuff. I have just reconnected with poetry during another time of great change in my life, and wrote “Alice” and “The Editors”and a couple more that need some work. Thank you for reading “Heavy Letters” I was pretty dehydrated that day… It gets pretty hot where I work. I’m trying to set this website up and I really wish one of my sons could be here. It seems I spend more time learning how to use the laptop than actually writing!
Kristen Barney
Hang in there and keep writing
Thanks for the encouragement. I don’t even know if what I have written is poetry. It just comes out that way sometimes, especially when dealing with difficult subject matter. Kristen