You don’t know him
The way I knew him
his big broad smile, his touch
his crinkly blue eyes
his baritone voice, his strut
his kindness, his love, his kiss.
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The way I knew him
his big broad smile, his touch
his crinkly blue eyes
his baritone voice, his strut
his kindness, his love, his kiss.
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Beautiful 😍 his.
thanks- missing him
Ahhh, beautiful.
thanks….enjoying writing tankas
A short and sweet description!
Glad he still lives not only in memory, but your words, here, now.
Aww that’s so sweet!
Ah, but through your beautiful poems, we do get a lovely glimpse!
Wow! Such a beautiful, tender tribute.
Beautiful poem, full of memory and deep meaning.
Without knowing him, his presence graces every line of this well-crafted poem, Linda. In all, your work here paints a picture of him, presenting insight into his being. Authentic and heartfelt, a beautiful tribute to “The way I knew him.”
The specific weight of these words is a detailed measure of love.
…such tender words, Linda.