The Poems of David Garlick
Petal soft the feel of youthful skin, warm, pliant, sensuous to the mind, thrill of human purrs, in reply. Exchange of subtle moves and lips that meet as if by magic, in their welcoming. The years turn round the warming sun. The magic is still there but so is gravity. Eyes tell lies to finger […]
I held her in my arms. The sky was winter dull but in my mind I now see only brightness. How small she seemed, warm against my chest she was mine; just for a while. Proud dad was gruff and mum, new to me; fresh off a plane, twanged Ausy sounds. She let me […]
Through weaving heads I waved at her. Through little fingers she blew a kiss. Bright eyes held mine, till crowd eclipsed, new sights stole her away. So this is what a grand father is. So this is what a grandfather feels. Deep sad loss but somehow glad, that one so young can reach across […]
There is no end to a mother’s love. There are no sanctions on generosity of spirit. There are no measures for sharing love. There is no gauge for doing your best. There is always forgiveness for those who ask. There is no better peace than in understanding. There is no finer pleasure than sharing. There […]