New Year, Past Years... Poem by Connie Marcum Wong
New Year, Past Years...
Dawn, looking as blush as twilight
where the silhouette of trees still lingers,
envelopes me, transporting me to my
world of yesterday. I can still hear my
children’s laughter; watch them play
and dance to their sweet singing tunes.
How quiet the morning is now that they
are grown and gone. As I look out
toward the grey sea and Diamond Head
I can see their faces in the rising sun.
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