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inside my pocket book
there is a picture of us in black and white smiling in a booth at the beach town arcade in Oregon what a place it is the beach but it wouldn't mean much to go there without you little star the light you are to me inside my pocket book there is a note a snippet of advice that is my small paradise from a man I never met named Robert Alden he tells me there is not enough darkness in all of the world to snuff out my one small candle recently there have been many days like this an unending baker's dozen that come delivered unwanted I remember too then to turn the piece of paper over and read the other side where in my own hand it reads for you my candle, Melissa with love always, God. evidence to the contrary and how it hides in the smallest corners and spaces I am not alone and will never be and twice I am reminded...now I must remember this. legal copyright for this poem 12:56pm PST time/date stamped on September 4 2018 and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World directly to the page P.S. I thank my friend Joe for inspiration and his nudging of my failing memory and his enduring and endearing poem about the candle in the darkness. Thank you Joe. Thank you for being my friend. Vote for this poem |
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