Stories

I will tell stories of you,

To my children, and grandchildren,

Long after you've forgotten.

I will still whisper your name,

Absent-mindedly,

When you have left.

I cannot help but associate you

With all the good that has come my way-

You are an immediate dream,

An endless epic.

Poise

Your growls,

Your purrs,

Your gasps,

Your slurs,

We'll run this life ragged,

You and I.