illustrador44

My heart is heavy with memories. Here is a poem.

I remember how you looked with a single lock of tousled hair
thrown up over your golden, straw-colored crown
Eyes a twinkle, turned to the mid-distance and defocused
expression in transition between one happy memory and the next
the sun goes down, and I wonder if it will return
My mind eye's mind does wander
To where a skillful taylor skillfully hides what you do show
But your hair lassos me back
and my gaze does a dance upon the cuteness of your nose
Oh do come again, I say
and light the world with your ten dimensional smile