You sang a song
That gripped my eyes
And zoomed them in
Locked on.
In your arms
Were Oliver and Annika
Twirled around
Beholding:
Poppa, Nana, Don and cats,
Familiar scents,
Knowing smiles
Ready-serves.
We need no more –
But listening;
The melody of souls
Found warm, at home.
By Jeanne Poland
11/13/11
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