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What Words May Come

Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years.  When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it.  I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too.  What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others.  When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise.  It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there.  I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow.  My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies.  Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.

God bless,

Kev

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by Kevin D. Parish

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GOODBYES… a quick song

man and girl sitting on brown dock near boat and two white ducks during daytime
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I remember when I was little

And I held my daddy’s hand

The memories come flooding in

So, I do the best I can

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To try and hold back the tears

As I say my last goodbyes

Feeling the swelling of my heart

That’s spilling from my eyes

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You see, daddy always loved me

And I always knew it was true

And that is why, my little one

I always say – I love you

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And there’ll come a time someday

When you will be standing where I do

Holding the hand of your little one

And saying – I love you, too

Yeah, holding the hand of your little one

And saying – I love you, too

RAINBOW… a poem of reflection


I have been the rainbow of yesteryear
Peaking only with the misty spray of the ocean breeze
Across the crevices of boulders scattered early in my life.
I have been the rainbow of my yesterday
Reaching over a mountain range of memories
Only to be lost amidst the cacophony on the other side.
I am a rainbow in the now
Doubled by the beauty of my reflection
Seen in the love of my life, full of conformation and joy.

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Time… a poem

Time has followed me once again

From when I was a baby

To the graying hair now on my chin

How was I supposed to know

I’d never get away

No, time is always stalking me

Every single day

  
Time has followed me once again
From when I was a baby
To the graying hair now on my chin
 
How was I supposed to know
I’d never get away
No, time continues stalking me
Every single day