Poems of Jim Milks
|41.||Daddy I don’t need any help||9/5/2007|
|45.||Desperation: A Haiku||9/30/2007|
|48.||Drive Home: a Limerick||5/19/2008|
|51.||Easter in a Cemetery||4/17/2009|
|52.||Ebb and flow||8/30/2007|
|56.||Fashion: A Limerick||9/19/2007|
|57.||Fat Man and the Little Boy||8/30/2007|
|58.||Fatherhood: a Limerick||5/19/2008|
|60.||Fear: a Haiku||9/10/2007|
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,