Hour 2

MORE… I WANT MORE

More, I want more.
The years have gone too fast
for photographs to
capture,
on a page.
Lest those dearest would see our fall,
Some, we don’t share at all.
Grieving, I want more…
the precious moments and
joyful laughs;
stories from a sage.
Time once spent with
glad remembrance.
Now, with exuberance,
those moments I retrace.
Longing, I want more.
Oh, to simply see your face;
to hear you say
those words of love
you cannot speak
from far above.
Your blood runs through my vein.
Your features, on my face, remain
Words you spoke
often crowd my head
Your hug is what I want instead.

© 2017 Kathleen J Kidder