Uriah Hamilton

(1) Saving These Pennies Of Love - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I’m driving in the approaching-spring sunlight
Down an empty Sunday morning church street
And I’m dreaming of your face.

Sometimes this life
Feels like a thousand years of suffering,
But I’m going to count your every tear
And place them in my heart for safekeeping.

I will not go down to the grave
Without every day remembering your name
And what it means to me.

Love has mostly escaped me,
But I will not unclench my grasp
From what little I have touched.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,822 Points Susan Lacovara (10/3/2013 6:26:00 PM)

    I was sweetly stirred by this lovely poem. Well done... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, February 6, 2012

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