Dorothea
Her voice was musical and
alive,
each sentence ended with a
smile.
Her laugh contagious, I grin
at the memory
and chuckle at the thought.
No birthday, anniversary or
holiday forgotten,
always a visit, card or
telephone call.
Surrounded by family at her
insistence
on any and every occasion.
She made sure you ate seconds
and carried the leftovers
home.
After all meals, at anyone’s
house,
she helped clean and put
everything away.
She never came to any home
without a gift
or let anyone leave her home
empty handed.
Her voice was musical and
alive.
Carl "Papa" Palmer,
retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place,
Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses
somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart
Prize.
MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer
Enjoyed reading your sweet poem! Thanks for sharing! Good wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteCarl, enjoyed the poem. A very nice memorial. Would love to have you consider signing up for the postcard poetry exchange -- see my blog for details. http://www.lenorarainleegood.com/#!April-is-National-Poetry-Month/c1q8z/56c64ae40cf2de8a478fd71e
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