Gin scented July junipers <br />The steely blue high sky <br />Beneath the ground I crumble on <br />White limestone calcified <br />The lake is lapping memories <br />In splashes that retrace <br />The tears I've shed for those now free <br />Who float above this place <br />My father's face a shadow shade <br />Receded by the sun <br />Been gone so long that I'm afraid <br />I'll forget where I'm from <br />My mother's less invisible <br />More tangible and clear <br />The hilly curvature I mull <br />Her smile, the atmosphere <br />The UV soaks through my old bones <br />A puff of wind on cheek <br />Like hugs and kisses, take me home <br />And play on stop, repeat <br />In figure eights and circles <br />My imagination bends <br />In winding mind play till I'm full <br />Of seeing them again <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © July 2014<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-them-again-3/
