Thursday, April 8, 2021



Thinking back

…I behold once more

the day

the hour

the time

My beloved’s twisted hands held me


as I sat perched

upon the long thick gnarled tree

Its limb a bench

a home

a niche of quiet


A place of rest

Leg’s dangling-

10 or so


It was any hour

It was

my hour


50 years later

I go there in my mind

to stop

and to ponder

what lies ahead

I examine dreams that are

now behind

me on the limb

I hold fast to

the quiet


                                                                                                   Happy Birthday Dad; April 8, 2021 

©K Annie Powell



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