I Suspect He Knew: A Poem
One thing
I think is a shame
is that he didn’t know me
as a poet.
For if he had,
we could have had a chat
about the index cards
he kept tucked
in his front pocket,
pen close by
And we could have had a laugh
about whether they were all really
to-do lists
and people’s names,
important facts and figures
Or whether an
occasional phrase
that hovered
between the now
got through
I only wish
I had started
writing poetry
when he was here.
Somehow,
I suspect,
even if it wasn’t happening
to me yet
and my writing was different than his.
Somehow,
I suspect
he knew.
This is an excerpt from Laurie’s book Leap With Me: A Creative Path to Finding and Following Your Creative Voice.
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This is beautiful Laurie. I miss your Dad so much and often think about him. He always had a way of speaking that brought you into his soul that was calming and which I could always listen to without ever being distracted. I loved going to his church just to hear him speak and tell stories. When I close my eyes I can still hear him…Hope you and your family are staying healthy and safe..xo
Thanks so much, Greg. It’s always so wonderful sharing memories with others who remember and loved him too. Hope you are staying safe too. Big hugs to all! xo