Helga, dear Helga,
perhaps, one day, you'll read this poem
it is my apology for waving you
and your friend away
that day, soon after I awoke
from the eighteen-day coma
I was ashamed, dear Helga,
for having lost my voice
and three years later,
when we were sixteen, at night school,
when you briefly stood next to me,
though my voice had more than somewhat returned
I was shy and in shock
I hadn't learned, yet,
how to take a lady in my arms...
all these years later, dear Helga,
please understand, I think of you
I'm grateful for your visit that day
and see, right here, this poem proves it
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 27, 2012..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's mind
~~
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
Helga, dear Helga,
perhaps, one day, you'll read this poem
it is my apology for waving you
and your friend away
that day, soon after I awoke
from the eighteen-day coma
I was ashamed, dear Helga,
for having lost my voice
and three years later,
when we were sixteen, at night school,
when you briefly stood next to me,
though my voice had more than somewhat returned
I was shy and in shock
I hadn't learned, yet,
how to take a lady in my arms...
all these years later, dear Helga,
please understand, I think of you
I'm grateful for your visit that day
and see, right here, this poem proves it
~~
..Sunday, Jan. 27, 2012..(C)2012 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony; reaching
into the poet's mind
~~
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