Reunion
hugs
from the grave,
in
the photographs of black and white,
familiar
faces,
smiles
and laughter,
captured
for eternity,
in
the dusty frames,
boxed
and numbered,
and
hidden away,
in
the attic,
a
treasure trove,
patiently
awaiting discovery,
when
opened and viewed,
hugs
will again be given,
from
beyond the grave.
Douglas
Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and son,
two dogs and four cats. Polk has two pushcart nominations and over 800 poems
published in hundreds of publications.
Love those last lines.
ReplyDeleteNice and tender poem, Douglas. Like Neil, I really enjoyed those last lines. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Dear Douglas,
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful to see you already have three comments on your heartfelt and beautiful poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Wishing you the best with your writing journey.
Blessings,
Karen
thank you everyone for your kind words. Douglas Polk
ReplyDeleteDouglas,
ReplyDeleteA good poem. And over 800 publications...quite an accomplishment. Welcome to Whipers!
Your new friend,
David Fox