Nostalgia Daughter Poems

     
Nostalgia, my sometimes-friend, an unwavering realist,
visits from time to time with a flood of memories
centering around the polar opposites that...

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Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
    No one cleaning up dog-due dung

  Kids dying right...

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One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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(written while thinking of my daughter)

Your face come daily to my mind
and I know it is for you for whom I fight
I hope you can...

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Now that Winter has finally passed,
let us celebrate the birth of Spring.
And laugh as butterflies ride the wind,
signaling songbirds to sweetly sing.

Spring is Nature's favorite...

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My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On...

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Who wants to go archery shooting with me? Daddy would say.
We would be jumping up and down with glee on that Sunday.
Our mother would remind...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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She’s gone! Did no-one see her slip away?
Nor take her tiny hand and bid her stay?
No soul, her coy, cerulean eyes behold
None catch a glimpse...

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Father’s Day 2020

Father’s Day this year, unexpectedly has me in tears.
Not sure why,
Where did the time go, 2.5 years ago we said goodbye.

I can’t watch...

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Rewind
By Julia Shaw

At seventy-two my life has been so very fine,
That I'd like to push a button and just rewind.
I'd go back to my wedding...

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I sit staring at the child within the photograph.
Still so innocent; infectious is her laugh.
Mother and daughter in a world all thier own,
Sharing secrets and...

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My dad was a professional salesman.
People along his route would leave their orders out
if they were not home.
They knew all about us, and he knew...

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