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Indian Summer
by Leonard M Hawkes"I feel like we should just
Be going into summer," he said
As we stood by the frosted garden.
"It was all that messin' around
In the hospital and that other place.
Time just got away from me.
"But I feel better now, (though
I hardly dare to say it). I hope
I can keep going forward. . .
"Still we're already to November,
And I only feel like summer."
11/17/2008 Author's Note: Words spoken by father for the second time 15 November 2008 (at age 87).
Posted on 11/17/2008
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/17/08 at 09:48 PM You have a wise father. Thanks for sharing such a nice write. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/17/08 at 10:24 PM fathers always seem to know just the right thing to say. thank you for sharing this. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/20/08 at 02:14 AM Makes me think that in the winter of our years summer should always be near! And it will come. A loving tribute to the resilence of your dad. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/20/08 at 03:59 PM Very nice use of the term "Indian summer". This is a fine moment of sharing with your dad. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/22/08 at 05:12 AM Wonderful words for a father and son. It makes me think of my father. Thank you Leonard. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PM Wow. It lingers, sticky on my ribs. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/18/11 at 04:22 PM Wow. It lingers, sticky on my ribs. |
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