Thursday, February 25, 2016

Dorothea​--By Carl "Papa" Palmer--United States

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.

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www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer

2 comments:

  1. Enjoyed reading your sweet poem! Thanks for sharing! Good wishes, Chris~

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  2. Carl, 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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