Saturday, January 23, 2010

THE CHILD


I see the child
in the garden, her head
filled with the wind,
and her eyes in the summer of children
bright as the sun;
I hear her laugh
in the garden, her mind
swallowed in dreams,
and her mouth in the learning of children
full of the sun.
I watch her dance
in the garden, her face
determined and lent,
and her limbs like the gallows of children
crossed in the sun
I love the child
in the garden, a voice
that I once knew,
and remember the growing of children
lost in the sun.
by my late husband ALEX written in the 70's

4 comments:

  1. He had a way of seeing things that were special.

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  2. nice post...just wanna be a friend...

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  3. I like this. Didn't know you were posting over here.

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  4. Hello there Sandy, missed speakng to you all- I have been posting at all since last year, have been busy trying to write my autobiography! From time to time I put somethingup on this site, work of my late husbands. Hope you are well and keeping busy; LOL

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