Poems and Poetry

Dialogue Poem | By JD DeHart

This used to be the place
you would take me when
life seemed small
Life always seemed better
with you in it, you were an
angel who filled the earth
I was no angel; there were plenty
of sullen moments, but your memory
slides them aside, replaces them
with golden orb images of me
When I dream of you, I always
dream of you as an infant,
you are never a grown man
Yet here I am an adult figure
stretching his legs, a splash of gray
here and there, yet you do not see me
I see you, but that is the miracle
and virtue of my memory;
it floods with forgiveness, looks
past reason, and is resolute.

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