My Delilah.
I remember her on our porch,
how she closed her eyes in the sun as I held her close to me.
I can hear the wind chimes from a summer afternoon.
I was always clinging to her,
trying to savor our quiet moments.
she knew I loved her, without ever learning my words
and she loved me right back.
LR
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Swimming Lessons: Poems
PoetryI seem to be your new favorite novel. One that keeps you up at night, turning my pages. Fingers lingering on me so you don't lose your place. A poem from the poetry book.
