TO ALL THE MOMS – MOTHER OR NOT! (MY MOTHER’S DAY THANK YOU) – SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME

SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

Our DNA is not the same

though we share the same last name

it doesn’t matter much to me

about our genealogy

A LOVE REMEMBERED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender 

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

there’s something about you
that even a blind man can see
there’s a joy in your soul
that even the deaf can hear

SCAR STORIES – THE MARKS OF LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I SAW YOUR SCARS

BECAUSE I SEE YOU

BECAUSE I CANNOT

LOOK AWAY FROM YOU

 

YOUR HEART

AND YOUR SOUL

THEY THRILL ME

AS DOES EVERY

INCH OF YOUR SKIN

HAS THERE BEEN AN ECHO FROM MY LIFE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world 

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To a woman of beauty,
with a mischievous smile
and a seductive pose

with words that thrill me
in poems and prose”

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

HUMMING SOFTLY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Softly Sundown comes

to put the day to bed

dusting off the dirt

kissing the hurts

HAS THERE BEEN AN ECHO FROM MY LIFE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I imagine standing
at the edge of eternity
at the edge of the abyss
and wondering
if there has been an echo
from the life I have lived on earth
anywhere in the world 

I HEAR THE SECRETS YOU WHISPER —————————————————————————————— RESPONSE POEM TO “Of Love And Dust #2” By Gina – Singledust

As a “Hopeless Romantic”  I wrote the script for the responder
to the question asked in “Of Love And Dust #2“

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine,