Photographic Memory Poem by Susan Lacovara
Photographic Memory
Just when I think your image has faded
dimmed, by the thief of time
In the most unusual of places
You show up...dressed up in yourself
In a glance, quicker than a hummingbird' s heart
The camera shutter of my searching eye
finds you, ...in focus,
There, all the while...
I, so glad to have been yours...
Albeit much less longer
than love should have allowed
I openheartedly welcomed
Each and every vision of you...
In dreams, in old Christmas cards
I stashed away..savings your sentiments
For a day like today
When a daughter longs for
her father's Italian songs.
I know it is you, by the calming love that eases me into this day. I look forward to your every 'visit'...with all my heart...
Just when I think your image has faded dimmed, by the thief of time In the most unusual of places You show up...dressed up in yourself, , , , by only reading first four lines i knew that this would be a beautiful poem, , , , so it is, , , lines formation in this poem is wonderful....
Peace. The smell after after 20 years has finally left my father's hat. I am my own man now, working on being an old man in my own right
I am very pleased to read this poem of yours, a fitting tribute from a daddy's darling in remembrance of the loving memories of her demised dad. 'For a day like today When a daughter longs for her father's Italian songs.' - Loved these lines a great deal!
Thank you for a beautiful poem that captured the way I still feel about loosing my Dad when I was 10, great writing
Very beautiful and touching poem. A fitting tribute to a much loved man
What a wonderful image.. I know them well... and always a welcome visit
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4/21/2024 8:36:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a beautiful poem reclaiming the past. One to never be forgotten. Sometimes mine races to yesterday also. enjoyed this very much. 10