Budding Poem by Susan Lacovara

Budding

Rating: 5.0


Do not go
without, first, my telling you
I will see your face again
in all the sunlit days
I'll scoop you from puddled rain
And wash the dirt from my hands
Remembering your hands sprinkling seeds
to insure a summer meadow

Do not go
without, first, my thanking you
For laughter and lectures
love and late night dance lessons
Your kindness kept me company
through some of my darkest days
And in sharing with you
I found a sweet shelter and a sunny porch

Do not go
without, first, my honoring you
For all that was simple, all that was safe
Every beacon of brightness
you cast into my life
I remain magically tied to these memories
But to know you are elsewhere
Seems but a dream

Thursday, April 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(04/11/19)For Robert J. Venuti. Missed immensely, loved entirely.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C F 30 April 2019

Lucky those people who find the buds of friendship with many happy memories.... a very nice write! 10+

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 April 2019

A touching poem, dear Ma'am Susan.......10+++++++++

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Savita Tyagi 11 April 2019

So emotional and so thoughtful. One is lucky to have cherishavle memories to such love and depart with such love. Thanks for a beautiful poem Susan.

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