Neal Beightol


Memories - Poem by Neal Beightol

candid photographs from the past
lie unobtrusively in the drawer
of my desk. First drawer
on the right.
Like pieces of my life
A small stack, quiet
In the darkness

A younger me
smiling.
My daughter- now a young lady
Then a small tiger,
with black marker whiskers
and black marker nose,
held in my arms,
and smiling.

How a black marker
can transform
a three year old
into a tiger
is magic.

Like memories lying
quietly in a drawer.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014



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