He could hear a violin playing delicately somewhere,
He could hear the baby birds singing from the closest tree,
He could hear the ‘whoosh’ as cars flew by,
He could hear the opening and closing of a red-painted door, He could hear a lot of things
A near by golden lab who was barking from four blocks away, He could hear all of them,
Each separately overwhelming, but all he wanted was to hear her voice
And its sweet melody
And raspy tones when she ranted,
It was as sweet as she made her morning coffee,
And as honest as the heat mid summer
And as loveable as life
Written by Alecia Writes
11 thoughts on “Just as Sweet”
Memories linger long after ….
They certainly do. 🙂
Oh I love this!
Terrific- hobo hippie
#Beautiful Conveyed the longing clearly, effectively. Thank you for sharing.
You are very welcome!
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