For Lemon

If, perhaps, you wish to paint
A watercolour of my life
In soft cool pastels, paint me
A small boy on a beach
Looking out at a misty sea.
Capture in his face the wistful
Longing to return home
To the Father he fears
Can never love him again;
But be sure to cast upon
Him from behind
The warm light that gleams
From the open door of his
Father’s Heart.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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