The day starts
Warm like my
Mother’s kitchen after
Cooking the skies
Like a gray
Woolen overcoat patched
With red thread
The trees green
Fade into black
As emerald lawns
Await the pups
Footprints all is
Quiet except for
The nervous bark
Of a small
Dog alerting the
Owner like a
Doorbell as my
Coffee steams and
Warms this morning
Oh distance you
Sleep miles from
Me which is
Too far even
The inches between
Us seem like
Oceans come let
Us moor our
Boats to the
Same dock and
Scrape together as
The seas press
Us tightly together
We bathe in
The smiles of
Each other swim
In the laughter
Splashing each other
With jokes and
Teasing bring each
Other the calm
Of embrace and
The affection of
Kisses be with
Me tonight and
Let’s create our
World of passion
Today we meet
Like old friends
To share a
Crust a bowl
Of soup and
A pint of
Ale to reconnect
And share stories
Of self discovery
Every single lifetime
We do this
Find each other
Across the eons
Together again finally
Not at last
Finally when all
The other presents
Have been opened
A small package
Is found tucked
Behind the lowest
Bough not the
Prettiest or the
Biggest not the
One that screams
Here I am
But the one
Like a seashell
Contains the sounds
Of the ocean
Unwrap me you
Did and upon
Peeking inside you
Found my heart
Beating there slowly
For it is
The last present
There to open
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 