EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: Bringing some of our favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Submitted by Kenneth Garber
From Papa’s old armchair, from his weather-worn porch,
Time passes softly, gentle as all.
I could blink through the sunlight, but days may pass by.
I could nap in the moonlight, by months may slip past.
A reverie a decade; a dream something longer.
Tobacco and a breeze as bitter as his coffee.
A hearty laugh and skin as golden as his wheat.
Somewhere in it all, he’s still here.
Denim and callouses.
Somewhere in it all, it isn’t lost on me.
Not anymore.
Photo credit: Edward Hopper – Clamdigger
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This is lovely. Such a gentle flow and wonderful imagery.
Lovely poem of remembrance.
Such a beautiful poem of remembrance and fondness.
I know that feeling.
What a wonderful choice Brian! This is so beautiful in it’s theme and imagery. A very loving and poignant piece. It made me miss my grandfather. Poetry at its finest. Thank you for posting this.
Nice poem. I feel like this can remind all of us about someone from our past.