Souvenir (A Poem)

I do forget from time to time
That I’m a poet in my heart.

I hone my craft. I work and train
Until my words become a job;
Until taletelling’s commonplace
And then I lose sometimes the why.

But then I watch my children laugh
Or my wife takes my hand in hers
Or I climb in a plane and soar
And watch a sunrise over clouds.

I do forget from time to time…
But poetry remembers me.

One thought on “Souvenir (A Poem)

  1. Trish Pogue

    It seems like such a long time ago that you were a young man. You wrote so many beautiful things. And now you’ve been through life’s ups and downs and your writing is so much more. I love reading your words.

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