He sat on the stoop just outside the old house
Shrouded in smoke as he puffed on his pipe
In his worn out old dungaree's and checkered shirt
With his crust laden old leather boots taping to the beat
As he listened to an old static phonograph
As it played his favourite song over and over again
He listened and smiled as memories danced across his mind
His eyes grew soft as he recalled that day as
He meet his beautiful wife, he just knew in his heart
That one day she would be his wife
That particular night the stars shone bright as old blue eyes sang 'Love is here to stay'
That one dance as they waltzed across floor
Seamed like eternity their first dance their first embrace their first taste in romance
Ah that dance so long ago lingered on forever in his heart and in his dreams
He smiled and gave a knowing nod as he whispered more to himself
I will be with you soon my dear departed wife... soon
As he said these his final words just before he crumpled to the ground
The phonograph continued to play as old blue eyes sang softly 'LOVE IS HERE TO STAY'
©Kaila George 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The phonograph continued to play as old blue eyes sang softly 'LOVE IS HERE TO STAY' The song is ringing in my ears! Thank you for this soft, soothing poem.