Wrote a poem in my journal.
Quiet ache surfaced…
Then released.
My friends captured me, unexpectedly: moment of peace I didn’t know they saw.
Wrote a poem in my journal.
Quiet ache surfaced…
Then released.
My friends captured me, unexpectedly: moment of peace I didn’t know they saw.
but I hear you in stories,
in Mom’s soft smile
when she speaks your name.
man of strength,
of quiet fire
a gentleman in stormy times.
Something in me
longs to know
way your mind moved,
weight your heart carried
Carmelo Z. Barbero
I carry your name
like whisper
in my blood.
but I hear you in stories,
in Mom’s soft smile
when she speaks your name.
man of strength,
of quiet fire
a gentleman in stormy times.
Something in me
longs to know
way your mind moved,
weight your heart carried
Carmelo Z. Barbero
I carry your name
like whisper
in my blood.