I Hope I Never Forget

First seeing you
you seeing me
feeling that I had come home,

Your face when you dance
your morning voice
the time I saw you cry,

Your faith in God
your faith in me
the safety of your lap,

Your baseball mitt
your summer skin
the sound of you saying my name,

The first time you called
your hand on my back
hearing you say “my wife”,

The curve of your mouth
your step on the stairs
holding my hand in your sleep.

Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer © 2005
Freelance Writer
Poetry