Dancing flames,
Picture frames,
Memories pour,
Through an open door.
I see you there,
Smiling at me,
In the picture frames,
In the dancing flames.
I want to hear your voice,
One more time.
I want to feel your arms,
Holding me again.
But all I have
Are dancing flames,
And picture frames,
Memories.
5 Comments
Rae · November 6, 2022 at 10:27 am
Touches my ♥
Ann · November 7, 2022 at 12:45 pm
I love this. I love your poetry. Sending love to you…
tracy.hinton@gmail.com · November 7, 2022 at 7:53 pm
Thanks Ann!
tracy.hinton@gmail.com · November 7, 2022 at 7:52 pm
Thanks Mom!
tracy.hinton@gmail.com · November 7, 2022 at 7:53 pm
Thanks Mom