I muse upon her years
from a place in my soul,
a very special place I liken to a room
where I sit, chin resting on folded arms,
my nose against a window pane;
from there her days and weeks pass by;
Cold fierce winters where I am wide eyed
as she makes angels in the snow,
icy panes then melt into spring,
for a season, tears fall down from both our eyes;
until the sun dries cloudy April skies,
honeysuckle then joins a gentle breeze,
dances under my nose, makes me laugh;
Soon I see June light up
like fireworks anxious to light,
I strain to find her, I think she's gone;
until a knock reaches my ears
at the door, is it she, I ask are you real?
We hug, a very special place
where I am wide eyed in wonder,
at the love I feel for her,
we cry, we laugh,
my world is brighter than the 4th of July
when my sister comes for a visit.
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525 points, ended July 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Nice!
I feel the same way; whenever they come home for a visit, there's great craic in the house; granted after a day or two there's also a few bickering arguements but that's only naturally 
Really enjoyed reading this =)
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A loving and happy poem. The trip down memory lane was intriguing and made me think of my own memories.
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