O' heart bound..
By not cord, nor chain
But by vine and thorn.
Will thy open and bleed?
When your voice I hear..
Over seas and in dreams
In night's stillness..
Only scars will tell the tale...
Tracy - January 24, 2009
Happy Birthday, Dad - January 24, 1916
6 comments:
That is beautiful Tracy.
May he have peace.
Thanks, Carol.
But according to a medium we met, where ever he is, he's with my mother..so I'm not sure if peace is an option. Just sayin' :)
Beautiful poem. I especially like "by vine and thorn." Earthy and real.
Thank you, Matthew.
I do so value your opinion!
Nicely done.. I'm sure your father was there picking up on the words as they swirled around you in the writing.
You might had even felt him there...
It is a nice write.
Thanks, George!
And you're absolutely right! I did sense him there!
Post a Comment