Monday, October 5, 2020

Scrapbook - Poem for You

 Scrapbook


And here in the 
scrapbook of my love, 
letters, and treasured 
memories, I hold dear
a snapshot of you, 
leaning in, listening,
paying attention to me. 
The look on our faces. 
Yours then.
Mine now.
Precious.

…
David L White
Poem for Amelia
October 4, 2020 
5:25 AM


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