Vicki Acquah Poet Dramatic Verse

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My father left here. I feel like I will leave when around the same age that he was.

Someone Who Remembers

Someone Who Remembers

He was seventeen
 when I was born.
He has gone on,
soon I will be as he. 
   A memory
in a faded Picture.
 
When my image
has been drawn
back unto the light
photo paper made
  from timber
Alive-only if I leave
Someone who
 Remembers.

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Dah Dahlusion February 11, 2014 at 9:03 AM Absolutely brilliant poetry. "When my image has been drawn back unto the light photo paper made from timber'—deliciously unique!

Deepak Chalise February 1, 2014 at 8:25 PM Vicki. Great writing. I love and saluate the poem. Its feeling in few lines are commendable and picture stands in mind being alive. Deepak.

Jerry Bolton February 1, 2014 at 10:01 AM I relate to this honest and soulful write, Vicki. Reminds me of the song, "What's it all about, Alfie?" Oh yes, I really, really liked this poem,

Vicki Acquah January 31, 2014 at 2:12 AM MUCH LOVE AND A BIG OLE WELCOME TO POETRYSOUP

Debbie Mills-Kelly January 30, 2014 at 9:41 PM Touching piece.. touches my heart and soul Momma... very well written Vicki Acquah January 31, 2014 at 2:11 AM You seem to have a knack for feeling and becoming tuned in,when no one else gets my drift I can tell that Debbie has.Thanks for commenting on this one.