And from a
Farm I was
Plucked by two
Loving hands and
Cradled knowing that
I’d miss my
Family but certain
I found a
New one with
You thank you
Boo for taking
Me happily home
Category: First Love
MorningMyBoo (to boo)
And yet you
Sleep far away
From me though
We’re touching now
In these wee
Hours I wonder
If I’m next
To you as
You are to
Me on some
Adventure or discovery
Some journey or
Quest fighting dragons
Or wooing princesses
Or what wait
One eye open
You say I
Know what you’re
Thinking you don’t
I reply I
Know what I’m
Thinking and then
And there we
Are dreaming awake
About each other
Morning my boo
LoveSongs (to boo)
Our world is
But distractions pulling
Us or masking
Things or hiding
Others but the
One thing that
The world can’t
Do is quiet
The longing for
Love it rages
And beats becoming
Louder louder louder
Until at last
It finds another
Whose sound is
Similar and then
All the world
Quiets down slows
Down bows down
Finally allowing birdsongs
And puppy whimpers
To once again
Delight our ears
Memory
For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
Cannonball
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 