Sunday, August 12, 2012

Awake


One more habit of thinking,
Lingering urges 
Baked from early childhood
And carried from days before,
I’m letting go,
Letting fly like the golden lit lanterns
Floating with all good wishes aloft.
Use your happy voice, my loving Dad said then,
And I remember now and again.
My smiling Dad, my laughing Mother,
My little girl wishes of waving wands,
Conducting the music
Of my spheres,
Gently waving the goodbye
Into new dreams. 

2 comments:

Ferrell McCollough said...

Really touching words, love this and the title!

Ferrell McCollough said...

Beautiful words and title.