echoes by Kathleen Wilsonmy father played
the house
by nightfall's bedtime
sang my bonnie
ocean came back
at his call I knew it
it was his leaving that slammed
the loudest door
sudden disappearance
of the hero
I understood
nothing
and old sounds were hard
to remember
as soon as he left
I left
he taught me
the moves
years later suddenly
he called and said where
can I meet you
I said in front
of the old house
proof of identity I said
he could only say
yes
I met him there by creaking gate
at old sounds place
a solitary odd reunion
and now
the impossible
return
03/18/2009 Author's Note: inspired by the Art of Cindy Rinne
Posted on 03/18/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Brian Francis on 03/21/09 at 08:31 PM Hmmm, Brimming with emotion and apprehension. Love it. Great work. --bf |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/29/09 at 07:34 PM "...he taught me the moves"...oh yes, I get that, and this is quite a story, your fine ideas here make for a memorable poem. Delighted. Thanks. |
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