New Poem

I have no time for writing these days (a busy soccer season tends to do that), but I wrote a poem just before writer's group the other night. It's written to Juan David about his bedroom, which is no longer empty.  Here are a couple excerpts from the poem......

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It's as if you've always been here,

or at least were always meant to be.

Yet sometimes I still look your way

and can't believe it's you I see.

I still remember grieving

as if I'd experienced your death.

Now that you're actually here,

It's like you've risen from the dead.

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Your room became my meeting room

where God drew me close each day.

Your carpet still holds those tears,

your walls hold all the words I prayed.....

I'll save the rest of the poem for the book, whenever I find time to settle down enough to finish it.