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.
Photo credit: Edward Hopper – Clamdigger
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.