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I borrow from a real poet, David Pekrul of SearchWarp, to write this introduction. I like David's intros to his poetry, telling what inspired him to write. I'm not a poet, as you will see, but I hope the lines mean something to others, and most especially to my daughter who lives far from Maryland where she grew up. Boston is not as far away as Europe, yet it's too far to drop in or see her coming up the walkway here at home, on any given day.
What is in the heart is always close. That includes our son in law and wonderful grandsons, who are now two young men and one still close to childhood's innocence. Writing a note to her and
looking at her photo on Facebook, I felt happy, proud and...yes, a bit
sentimentally sad. It's okay, though, 'cause we make the most of times
together and away. And I will not apologize for any violation of iambic pentameter. I feel sure David will excuse that and so will you, dear reader. Most of all, to my daughter in her northern clime, Massachusetts.
To Daughter in her Northern Clime
You are more than a photo in our hall
(Or a joyous face on a FaceBook wall).
You are more than a video from afar.
You are more than a dream or a thought or whipped cream
Of delicious phone calls and visits I know.
You are more than a woman or girl.
You are more than a citizen of the world.
You are more than a number, address or some code
You are unique, hmm, you're special…and loved…
Darling, bright as a Cardinal Bird…(that's our code),
Love's the word. |
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