Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

I Remember the Film of My Fathers Cigarette

I remember the film of my father's cigarette 
sepia fingers caressing my youthful cheek 
with eyes that never lost their loving light 
The way his hands lovingly built up a crib, 
for a sister to imbibe ...
Today, I kiss gray and beg for another day 
for I have children of my own who need 
a temporary mask, a prayer or two... 
The way the sun slanted out this morning 
reminded me of how vulnerable we are 
I tell you my story with eyes full of light 
hoping you'll remember your father too 
This is a moment framed in my mind, 
a youthful peek, that is re-assigned... 
Tomorrow isn't an un-promised sleuth, 
today, (pause) today its already here, 
so make the best of it, have no fear...
Mystic Rose

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Caren Krutsinger May 6, 2020 at 5:47 AM "Make the best of it" - this is such a terrific theme, for sure! It really is!

Richard Lamoureux April 15, 2020 at 8:21 PM This brings back memories but not pleasant in my case. Yellow hands, yellow hair and a sharp tongue. I like your memories better. Blessings Rick.

Pashang Salehi April 14, 2020 at 6:06 PM Indeed, they're just memories now... Don't you wish you can turn back the clock?

Judy Ball April 14, 2020 at 5:27 AM Lovely memories are ours to keep and nothing can take them away. Nicely done my friend. God Bless, JB Mystic Rose Rose April 14, 2020 at 5:38 PM Dear Judy, I agree those memories become so much more important as we age, we cling to them like bright shiny stars of our youth. Thank you for reading, God bless. xo