Sounds

…you stayed like that
for forty years
caring for the children Maurice the poodle
Millie the wire haired dachshund
Trixie the cat
in that order
refrigerator magnets neatly in a line..
places we had been or our daughter
had been
missing London
straying not too far 
from each other…..tramping through
green fields and dark forests
and I often wonder if you dreamed

of being that singer…..you
with the lovely voice
who sang for no one but me
back then
when we were both alive.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Sounds

  1. jfwknifton says:

    Very poignant. Thank you.

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  2. beetleypete says:

    I once had souvenir fridge magnets in a neat line.
    Gifts from others, personal mementos.
    Nice work indeed, Frank. Resonating like church bells…
    Best wishes, Pete.

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