#fmily
Since boyhood came the sound.
At eight in a field of snow
Under a sky blue and high
I heard the sound.
At sixteen after love’s embrace
On sheets stiff and white
I heard the sound.
At twenty-two in a place green and lush
Under skies filled with war
Above all I heard the sound.
At thirty-two in early morning light
As I comforted my infant son
I heard the sound.
The sound of all the world trying to fall in love.
© 2016
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC