January ShadowsA Poem by Chris ShawFather - Daughter
What would you make of me dear Dad,
if we could share a cup of tea and watch the sail boats work the breeze devoid of other company? As I pour a stronger brew, look into your long dead eyes, would you linger there with me? Stay a while, smile back and say, "I love you girl no matter what." Or would you turn to me and say "this time my dear you've lost the plot". I'm older now than you were then. How strange it seems to me in dreams we meet and both of us are old. How warm you are when you break through. How cold I feel, your absence felt. Yet when you pierce that flimsy veil the freeze soon thaws, the ice soon melts and I again a child of ten, recall with glee the laughter when stories dipped in sugar water never end in tears or slaughter.
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Added on April 14, 2018Last Updated on April 14, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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