the ones I remember the most, the dove drenched days
and the pristine trees fountaining with flowers
the gardenia evenings coming through the window
the carport, the twilight mysteries
nothing on tv
just family feeling
and all the lights on
the new magazines
the Bahaus and the Debussy
and the ivoried light keeps playing
it over and fresh ironed dresses
steamed for school
the February gleam of
the pink birthday parties
the Prang prepared art
and nightlights in the dark
fireflies in the yard
don't try so hard or try
a little harder to
hold onto this
the white clover starred
the purple down the road
and you will remember
whispered kind angels,
when you're old...
mary angela douglas 25 march 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem