Author Topic: A Plumber Remembers  (Read 1522 times)


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« on: November 29, 2007, 01:14:20 AM »

I wrote the poem a couple years ago

I remember a dark and stormy night.
I was sleeping like a baby without fright.
Until a deafining crack and rumble
Shook the room with a blinding flash.

I remember jumping awake
Shrieking over the pitter patter of rain.
I felt I'd cry myself a lake.
My efforts to fall asleep were in vain.

I remember a hand resting on my shivering shoulder.
I heard my brother's exhausted, yet comforting voice.
I saw his short silhouette nestle under my green covers.
I rested my head near his red bosom.

I remember falling into a peaceful slumber
Never letting go of my sheltering brother.
Regards, Uncle Dolan