The You I Held
As years spun gold to silver
I thought that I'd be there
To watch the changes to your eyes;
The sparkle of your hair.
First time you dyed it honey blonde
It looked so right to me.
What colour is now? I wish
That I could look and see.
And do you work to curl it so
The way you used to do?
Or does it get to lay in peace?
I sometimes wish I knew.
I cannot picture you these days.
I hope you're happy yet
As I recall the you I held
And never will forget.
A contest entry
- Honey Hair by Pamela A Lamppa.
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Great Beautiful Read
This is as smooth as the richest creme. It just flows as easily as river rapids.
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How tenderly beautiful in the memories and the thoughts of how it might be today.
I love the rhyme in this and how gentle these personal thoughts are displayed in verse. Sometimes beautiful is simply simple. OH I did like this very much.
A lovely entry. Thank you for this. ~Pamela
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Just a case of
absence making the heart grow fonder.
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I love this poem.
It is rather old-fashioned, in a beautiful, timeless way. Simply marvelous.
Love
Myra
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Thanks
It was a rather ancient, if not old fashioned affair. It turned out she was having a lot of them. Peace.
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