Sounds – Poem #129

For two score years
you cared for the children,  Maurice the poodle
Millie the 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 together;
and I often wonder if you dreamed

of being that singer…
with the lovely voice
who sang only for me
back then
when we were both young.


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 – Poem #129

  1. beetleypete says:

    Those magnets struck a chord with me, Frank. I did that too, once upon a time…
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Jennie says:

    Lovely, Frank. And I still have those magnets and old photos on my fridge.

    Liked by 1 person

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