Secrets in his mouth,
crayons in his hand,
2 days from now,
6 years ago.
He fell from the earth
into the world,
through gold in the trees,
and the stars below.
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4 comments:
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May I say Happy B'day to Tom?
Reminds me of a story... I'll need to post it someday.
I look forward to reading it.
I hope that eventually several someones say all those things tom hadn't said yet, and that they create all that he'd conceived before he passed.
He loved to work with wood. He was very good with his hands, and very creative.
"...two days from now, six years ago." Nice.
It never goes away, nor should it I guess.
That's a nice thought about someone else saying what he hadn't said yet, and creating his visions.
Very sweet tribute Cat.
No matter how you put it, loss is hard to bear. Your poem was so thoughtfully said.
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