We used to listen to the radio,
We used to listen to those sings,
You used to explain things I did not understand:
Words, images, colors…
Maybe that‘s why I love words today,
So much I love them, because
They remind me of you…
I keep them near me,
In a notebook and I feel that you’re near!
Oh, the prayers we used to say,
The laughter and the smile…
Why have they all ceased from your face,
I used to wonder when life was slowly
Removed from your body!
The winds that joined forces when
Your soul started the journey…
The stories my friends told me about a traveling soul…
My childhood,
You were such a big part of it,
And that’s the beauty of memories,
They can give a scent of present tense:
You are such a big part of my childhood!
©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
This is a poem from 'Life in Elysian Fields', a poetry book dedicated to my grandfather. You can download the free poetry eBook from this site: www.esnips.com/doc/896dd61c-ed80-4e8d-998f-5138a407c28c/Elya-Thorn-Life-in-Elysian-Fields
Elya Thorn
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