My father
The silence of the night
plays with my thoughts
and draws in the air
the name of my father.
A smile illuminates my face
when his soul comes back
on a flowery road
with scent of dreams.
Memories turn around me,
his figure gets near,
the twinkling in his eyes is great,
my heart beats strong.
His hands caress me,
his voice fills me with magic,
a rain of tender love
falls quickly on my being.
Between tears and laughter
I enjoy his warm embraces,
the beautiful moon watches me
and shares my happiness.
María Griselda García Cuerva
The silence of the night
plays with my thoughts
and draws in the air
the name of my father.
A smile illuminates my face
when his soul comes back
on a flowery road
with scent of dreams.
Memories turn around me,
his figure gets near,
the twinkling in his eyes is great,
my heart beats strong.
His hands caress me,
his voice fills me with magic,
a rain of tender love
falls quickly on my being.
Between tears and laughter
I enjoy his warm embraces,
the beautiful moon watches me
and shares my happiness.
María Griselda García Cuerva
Hola:
ResponderEliminarmuy bonita poesia, gracias por compartir
María
Muchas gracias por tu visita, María.
ResponderEliminarGriselda
Felicitaciones Griselda por este espacio, que sea coronado por el éxito y sea visitado por mucha gente.
ResponderEliminarRosenna
Te agradezco mucho tus comentarios y buenos deseos, Rosenna.
ResponderEliminarUn beso.
Griselda
Enhorabuena Griselda, y con la foto de mi Tío!.- Ezequiel.
ResponderEliminarCelebro tu poesía y este blog para que todo el mundo la conozca!!!!
ResponderEliminarBesos
Muchas gracias por la visita, Viviana y Ezequiel. Las fotos de mis padres y los poemas dedicados a ellos son un pequeño homenaje que les rindo, ya que bien merecido lo tienen.
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Griselda