Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

Poems of Jim Milks

261. What price Virtue: A Limerick 5/16/2008
262. What? 10/29/2007
263. Winter in Summer 1/30/2008
264. Winter Wonderland: A Haiku 1/27/2009
265. Wonder 12/28/2009
266. Worthwhile 8/30/2007
267. Written Backward 8/30/2007
268. Written on Christmas Eve... 12/24/2007
269. Zea Mays 8/30/2007

Dad

With his snow white hair, his steel gray eyes
he lives in my dreams where no one cries.
the frail old man that he had become,
fades away under the noon day sun.
In my dreams he lives, in my memories he resides.
That strong young man so full of pride.
His spirit is with me I talk with him still,
His spirit surrounds me it protects me still.
A story, a smile makes a memory spark,

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