Barbara’s Poetry From The Heart Corner
scorches my bare feet
winding up the coal slate dump
obvious path from daily trips
sharp rocks pierce my heels.
Long days cause quick mornings
not seen Dad since last evening.
He walks across the way
carbide blinking light
cannot forget to mention
don’t want him lost tomorrow.
slow and uneven paces
face black from coal dust
white teeth and blue eyes stand out.
Big milky blue marbles
melt my heart.
Aluminum lunchbox dangles at his side;
he sees me…
flashes a smile in the darkness
of his face like its years
not a night since we last saw each other.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2004 – Use by Permission Only.
This poem was written in memory of my Dad. I walk daily to meet him as he came out of the
mine after pulling his shift.
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