Amanda J Harrington

The look, the touch, the warm embrace
The shining eyes, the loving face
How did we come.so far today
From when we met in Love's own way?
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All the children come to me and I carry them,

Close and forlorn
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Big red phone,

Receiver heavy in my little hand,
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The wind calls my name

With a voice the same
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A scrap of knowing

Flutters from above
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Watching as his wife lies

Still, paramedics beside her
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I'm still crossing the playground, years later

Hoping for invisibility
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When it's cold enough for frost

The old fisherman mends the fence
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A headache, thumping in the back of the mind, like a long, slow, bumpy ride up the hill

Next to Dad’s house when he still did everything and called to them from the top of the roof
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Tumbled secretly
My feelings for you
Lay at my feet
Tossed down
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