Martas poems for Sunday, June 19, 2011

As a child, when Summer came, I often sat by the sea watching sunsets I could not reach, counting the clouds that were rushing away, and I remember always feeling the wind playfully tossing my hair As a teenager, I am almost embarrassed to say, I fell in love with a statue that sat in a park handsome and strong, standing always tall but always out of my touch and when on summer afternoons I would sadly sit in front of him in my bench, I remember only the wind was there to sweetly touch my face.... Sign in to see full entry.

Dad When I was little you were all to me, all I needed in my life to feel nice and safe, safe from that world that seemed so big, so big and scary to a little girl like me. You were so wise and big and s strong, strong enough to scare away my fears, silly fears that when it was dark sometimes, just sometimes, if you were not near, turned into sad and lonely tears, tears that always dried up when you magically appeared and gave me a kiss, a sweet kiss, just before I went to dream, and that made... Sign in to see full entry.