My Morning Time Dove
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Maybe not the best thing I've ever written but the most emotional. I had to stop working on it after 20 minutes because I was crying so hard. Otherwise I'd still be trying to make this perfect to fit the perfection of the subject
On morning-time drives, my daughter and I,
Would sing along songs which rarely were heard,
That music was playing seems to defy,
My recollection of photographs blurred;
Vividly now, still I see Ava there,
Rockin’ like Bono with snaggle-tooth grins,
Smilin’ at daddy from her special chair,
Laughter erupting as answers to questions;
Yet, somewhere near where my health went astray,
Were magical moments stolen from us,
Now only silence do memories play,
While tearful sonnets are written as thus;
So to my daughter, I say with all love,
Let’s sing again soon, my morning-time dove.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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