To a Daughter

The longing in the face
of soul searing separation
never diminishes
despite countless years.
But you, my first love,
grow older.

Know this: although your substitute
is a sweet and gentle soul
that I love with all my heart and more,
it is you that move
in the shadows of the unresolved.
I need you.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-06-06 at 22:48

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Purple Phoenix
I can relate to this one on a very personal level... an honest, heartfelt write.
2009-06-07