David Harris Poems

Behind every poem that I write,
there is always a message there,
for either my wife or my dear friends.
They are always written,
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This year is a year of anniversaries,
and I remember where I was,
and what I was doing on each of them,
when the news came through.
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An angel with butterfly wings,
gossamer touch of beautiful things.
A satin sash and golden rings,
life is a wonderful thing.
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Every family has its secrets
hidden in the dark corners of the past,
the ones passed down
from generation to generation
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Sometimes we sit in a chair,
while across our face
falls a vacant stare.
Our mind searches our memories,
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Our voices are sometimes muted
on seeing things that are not there.
Witnessing events relived from the past
by people no longer here,
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Lament is a hollow song
we sing to ourselves
about misgivings in our past.
A song of our wayward life
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Why are memories lost in the tempest of time,
cannot be resurrected to remember moments
from our childhood far away?
At the times when our hearts desire them,
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Why is it only in the winter
that we notice them?
The vulnerable on our streets,
the runaways and those
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Looking through a kaleidoscope,
I see your image always there.
The dream that eluded me
ever since we were young.
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