Thursday, September 29, 2011

Hello

I’ve heard the call
I’ve felt the voice
The single sound
That makes me rejoice.

“Hello” it goes
A simple phrase
A clause of sort
Heard every day

But from your lips
When this word is spoke
I hear the love
You never intended to invoke

A shy little me
Turns; pretending to not know
That through this word
Our relationship has grown and grown.

A tree of memories
Sprouts from the ground
Birthed from that seed
That simple sound.
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  1. Ms. StroutSeptember 29, 2011 at 5:05 AM

    Hi, Andrew,

    I am just checking to see if the comment feature works on my end. PS - I love the last stanza of your poem: "A tree of memories/sprouts from the ground/birthed from that seed, that simple sound." Lovely.

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