Dedicated to My Daddy, William Cason Godwin, 1931 - 1998
Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
Live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
His dog tags, medals and ring sit in my jewelry box, and
I am soothed mumming around home wearing his old socks.
Time fragments and slivers dwell tenderly in my thoughts.
Categories:
cason, dad, death, missing,
Form: Free verse
unjuggled passionate fact
live for what life is' too u
washin tide blaskin tie cason lie
I wuluck the bare thought of astanished
In a place noted black
a nagnan ture color
my face norct in flack
A house pertained in dark narshaw
I live
A room spiting tental whispering deaths ceepction
All halls triped with noise
Categories:
cason, death, imagination, life, people,
Form: Ballad