From Sofa To Chair: Communion Of Old Souls Poem by Helen C Capan

Blue eyes send caresses
From the couch he just chose;
Across the small room,
My chair now I angle
To smile and view
Our great distance between.

Hair silvered to capture
And intensify light
Reflecting the echoes
Voiced long in the past
His promise to love
“For many tomorrows.”

The boy who's now hiding
’Neath a Santa-esque beard
Raises his chin with a
Spark and a grin to
Playfully mouth his
Overstatement of old
“I'm hungry! '