Jim Milks Poems
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Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn
Warm sun on the ground
A flower growing stronger
Life under the sun
Flower drifts to gentle sleep
The world is resting
Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring
© JPM 11/13/08
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,