A Poem by Billy Sinclair to Yvonne Sinclair
Through more detours than I care to remember,
This woman has walked with me
_her rippling
Touch renewing my tired resolve
When I have taken the last detour
And stand finally on the eternal path,
I will turn to this woman
of hard wood loyalty
AND give her half of my soul
to wrap about her shoulders.
This woman has walked with me
_her rippling
Touch renewing my tired resolve
When I have taken the last detour
And stand finally on the eternal path,
I will turn to this woman
of hard wood loyalty
AND give her half of my soul
to wrap about her shoulders.
1 Comments:
hey yvonne,
bill was quite a man. this poem is beautiful. i have no doubt you feel his soul wrapped around you everyday:)
nancy
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