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your gift to me
by William P Struckeyou will never know what joy you bring me,
just seeing you know who I am.
it's not only that, but you sent me a note,
a moment of your life, just for mine.
though I can't see you, and you might not even care,
though you're at a distance and will likely stay there,
I know in my heart that (even) decades from now -
this old message from you will make me smile.
[and that smile isn't consigned to my lips,
my cheeks, my eyes, or my face...
it's something inside I can't replicate, in my soul -
in my heart -
in my life.] 04/19/2004 Author's Note: for JS.
Posted on 04/20/2004
Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/23/12 at 12:46 AM Those who really touch us are usually kept in the heart. And the mind drags them out every once in a while just keep the heart alive. Nice write William. |
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