Never Kissed
by Ian Curtress
Through the window
young voices heard
Heart leaps. Once again garden lives
GreatGrandChildren a short visit
Open garden door.
Keep distance Papa! a careful note
A ghastly warning learned by rote
Will they recall these hideous times
No loving hugs, a broken heart
Tears held back. Stand apart
A longing smile, lips to bite
I’ll not be here to put things right
Their laughter now echos in my ears
For them at least there are no tears
Will they know the love they missed
By GreatGrandDad, never kissed. |
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