Cello
He totes
his cello home.
His deaf young brother holds
it close, to feel the music, touch
the notes.
So Soon
When life
was fresh and new
and we so young and spry,
it seemed as if our years would last
always.
Those days,
the future stretched
out endlessly--the past
was vague, a mist, til it became
the now.
So quick
it all passed by.
The life we shared so soon
to end--but pause--and I will join
you soon.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Allen McGill.
