Alice W

This is for a good friend, with all my love “Song of the open road” by Walt Whitman I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes. You shall not heap up what is called riches, you shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve. However sweet the laid-up stores, however convenient the dwellings, you shall not remain there.

I can reproduce the sound of your voice in my head, As I walk, you talk; I imagine your smile. And though you are no longer sharing this air, It smells sweet, and reminds me of you. When a pleasing thought that occurs to me Is something that we should have shared, Though it brings me such a breathless ache, Fighting its grasp makes me feel more alive. Allowed many to seek your kind comfort And your earnest countenance made all the greater the pleasure of a shared joke with you. are ones that I can only tell one parent now I yearn to tell each tale again, anticipating your thoughts, Our time with you was all too short.