Looking at you

My hands have held
so much of you:
this house
and the hammers
that have repaired and shaped it,
the leather clad
wheel that steered our trips,
the tissues that dried our eyes
at cakes and wakes,
the cameras that stored it all
in albums for revisits
over laps and drinks,
the sounds and silences
words and music
pages and images
candles and shadows
cake and ale
sickness and health
shifting so soon
and all that
and all that.

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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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