Inevitable
The
music of the old house
sings
like memories in every creak
A tune
in each echo
of the
too close tracks passing trains
Parents'
voices
"Be
good and be careful"
cajoling
reminders
as the
big oak door slams shut
on four
Hart generations
sold to
a family of tone deaf strangers
who
will never hear my mother's sweet breakfast preparing hum
For -
Who Might Have Been
In the
welcome withdrawal
of
fragile memories
stored
like old clothes
in an
attic steamer trunk
I find
you again
waiting
as
always
for me
to turn the key
and
lift the rusty hinges
revealing
your
everlasting youthful beauty
pictured
in the
sterling silver frame
of
forever
first
love
Jim
Hart has published a collection of poetry: “Ramblings Of A One-Eyed Garbage
Man”. He has also been published in over forty-five journals, reviews
throughout the world. His work has appeared in the United States, Canada,
England, India, Austria, Germany, Scotland, Wales, and New Zealand.
Lovely poems.
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