Tom Bell Poet Bio

Living In the Past

"There was a whisper
Unheard...
But by the wind

Only to be answered
By the rustle
of dusty old curtains

Lovely young thing
absorbed in her own beauty

Century old stairs
creaking under the
weight of the breeze

There's a moon,
lusty and full
Shining on the fresh
fallen snow
It's magic lost
in the emptiness

My eyes stare out
of the long cracked window
Wisps of cold
frost my breath

A copse of trees
The old white barn
Long gone
But in my memory

It's six P.M.
Popeye's on the tube
Dad is finally home
Nightly potatoes mashed
We rush to greet him
Hopeful of a treat

Little realizing
the treat was 
all about us...
50 years later
When memories are
my only treasures

I thank my God
for love and family
I miss them, oh
So much

I sleep alone
I eat alone
I cry alone at night

I twist
I turn
I wonder why
there is no way
I can never
smile the same."

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