Memories Iii: Tapestries Iii of Iii
But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity
I remember all his nights of stories and that
Orange little spark weaving tapestries of memory
Deep into the night dispersing the wrath of summer storms
into gentle rains
Passing the time in the deep afternoon stretching on to midnight after dinner n nothing on the tube
I see my father with trails of light around his face
from another time another a place
a different space
a world away
As that amber flares with each deep drag
on a simple cigarette blazing into the night,
relaxing in the moments
between storms of my history
and his memories
Watching the lighting play far out to sea
I watch stories woven as tapestries of light
about a time in his history
a place forever
in my memory
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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