Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
You came home that day
With three little baskets...
In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time...
Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...
Pardon the insolence, hence the bow
For thy mouth to go gooey is part of the show...
My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...
I miss your giggle.
I miss your sweet smile...
The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...
Again I reminisce of stories you told me..
...into the bunker...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...