Softly

We were young once

I remember

You sang when you brushed your hair

This morning I picked apples alone

But I could hear you singing like you were beside me

And not far away in the world 

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto