Sunday, June 17, 2012

For the father of my children

              1917 - 2009
 Should I forget my name -
        and yours -

and shuffle, groping, speechless
through corridors half seen,
my search will not be aimless
nor my mind quite empty.

My toothless cry
will be your forgotten name.

Deaf ears will listen for your voice.

Driving my shambling steps will be
an ache of longing,
encompassing, intense,
for an essence that is you
and for your arms that held me close
     so long ago
             or was it yesterday?


Mad Kane said...

How touching and beautiful! Thanks!
Madeleine Begun Kane

Rinkly Rimes said...

I don't comment often, but sometimes something HAS to be said! Your poem is so intense and so sincere that it has to be acknowledged.How blessed you were in your marriage.

Kate said...

Amazing. So heartbreakingly romantic!

oldegg said...

What a poignant but beautiful tribute to your husband who was and is still so much part of you.

Miss Alister said...

It was yesterday. I remember you telling us how you and Otto met at Stanford. It was a living dream, and it was like yesterday : )

Kay said...


Granny Smith said...

Thank you all, but some of you assume that Otto is still alive. He died in 2009.

Giggles said...

This leave me with a tear, for a life well lived, and a love enjoyed with verve. Wonderful tribute Phyllis. Good to see you posting on occasion!

Hugs Giggles

rallentanda said...

You must miss him terribly. He looks lovely. A very sad but beautiful poem.

LINDA ANN Nickerson said...

Touching indeed!

Winifred said...

What a beautiful tribute to Otto. Thank you for this. Take care!

Geraldine said...

Beautiful and so touching. what a handsome man he was.