Inside, Love

Inside, Love

Inside me there is 

the last hug, a hold of love

of a life lived open and free

a hold wrapped around

the man, once a child 

of twinkling eyes hiding mischief

a man living through loss

still open and free; my child,

a father taken too soon

inside me there is

the last hug, always there,

always felt, that memory daily loved.

Sheri Edwards

National Poetry Month

4/2/26

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