The Poems of David Garlick
Where Christmas is sold, people rush to buy a piece of it. Merchants smile with money grins and plastic trees glow, unreal. Only One hundred days left to buy those gifts the TV says – we dare not do without or children must have, but why? In desperation we ask them, those so special […]
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 […]
A tree on a hill. Not on the crest, just on the side. There are many other trees higher up, lower down. I will never be a huge tree; just a tree! A breeze wafts, my leaves flutter. A wind blows, my branches move and my leaves speak. A gale blasts and my […]
“It’s not late,” she said, at three am! Lets try one more place, to hear the Mariachis play another song. Another song of home and love. Another song to sting an eye. Another song of love that’s lost then found again; as time goes by. She sat there, bright eyes all aglow. Living with us […]