A Gentle Tug

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm still here

if you ever feel a gentle tug, its me in the warm night air
beside a stream i call you still, though no one else is there.
and i was there when it was born, and i'll be at the end.
there is nothing you can do, it's in me too my friend.
its in my blood its in my heart its in my hair
it’s in my soul, its in my life its everywhere.
Its in my bones, its in my dreams, under my skin
Its always been around me wanting in
You named your first born son after your father
I named mine after my father too.
I can only wonder who you were becoming
But I named my second one after you.
And through them I finally learn acceptance
This is where I learned to let it go.
So when you feel the tug of distant rivers
Somehow in our quest, we float.

Submitted: January 09, 2016

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pretty good

Sun, January 10th, 2016 1:56am


Thank you

Sat, January 9th, 2016 7:36pm

Hsien W Lou

Hi Deena, this is a very nice poem on acceptance of separation. I noticed a few issues with its... and it's. I believe from what I read they are all meant to be it's. Thanks for sharing.

Mon, January 11th, 2016 12:24pm

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