The Loveliest Day

Young boy, young man,
heart always at play….
Young heart, young love, til end,
but a stone’s throw away.

Skip, little rock,
across the water’s way.
skip to the other side,
on this longest,
loveliest day.
Carry my heart along the way.

Until I be old, and lonely,
and unable to say,
what wonders your love
brought my way –
on this,
the loveliest day.

Promises? To keep?
To be lost or swept away?
I promise only this;
love shall always live in my heart.
You are welcome a day –
or eternity…
Whatever measure,
your own.
Mine will always be –
the loveliest day.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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Seven Cane Poles

Seven cane poles,
resting against the wall.
amongst mother’s other bobbles
in the closet in the hall.
I’d see them there,
occasionally,
from time to time,
Now only seen in the memories
of my mind.
Dad had bought us each our own
one nice early fall day,
spent fishing on a lake
not too far away.
Laughing, and playing,
I caught a fish that day.
And after that those seven cane poles
stood stoic and tall
in mother’s closet hall.
Life has passed me by,
lo these many years,
through great love, sentiment,
and many tears.
And after all I should only want to be,
the sixth of seven cane poles
resting comfortably.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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