poet Robert Peter Tristram Coffin

Robert Peter Tristram Coffin

The Secret Heart

Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.
Half in dreams, he was his sire
With his great hands full of fire.
The man had struck a match to see
If his son slept peacefully.
He held his palms each side the spark
His love had kindled in the dark.
His two hands were curved apart
In the semblance of a heart.
He wore, it seemed to his small son,
A bare heart on his hidden one,
A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bare to know.
It showed a look upon a face
Too tender for the day to trace.
One instant, it lit all about,
And then the secret heart went out.
But shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 16, 2016

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (3/16/2016 7:21:00 AM)

    On his hidden one. Nice piece of work.

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