Bill Galvin

Gold Star - 12,802 Points (1911 / Boston, MA)

Missing Home - Poem by Bill Galvin

Don’t miss our house;
Don’t miss our yard;
Don’t miss our deck;
Don’t miss our garden;
Don’t miss our kitchen;
Don’t miss our bath;
Don’t miss our sofa.

What I miss most…
I miss my blue-eyed angel
Walking through the door;
Relaxing in a long lawn chair;
Sweeping up fall leaves;
Planting favorite flowers;
Standing at the sink;
Brushing her hair in front of her mirror;
Sitting next to me every evening.

No matter where she was,
Her bright smile was a beacon,
An inspiration, a muse,
A light guiding me HOME.


3-16-2015

Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015



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