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Golden Hair



It was Christmas 1973,
as I straightened up his brace

A disabled body with unconquered mind,
best friends in different states

As she walked straight down the cellar steps,
my future in her glance

Dressed pure white, she’d come from work,
her clothes did then enhance

The beauty in her heart and beyond,
with one look did reveal

As she walked half down the thirteen steps,
sitting sideways to conceal

All lovely strewn and golden haired,
with eyes both blue and sharp

Her face a lovely countenance,
my light now through the dark

She looked at me dismissively,
and feigned a smile weak

As if to say without the words...
you fall short of what I seek

She’d heard the rumors in disbelief,
and got up to turn and leave

I followed to where her mother stood,
and with her help did I then plead

I said that night to myself alone,
that if one thing I shall do

I will marry this girl with the golden hair,
as God has made so few

A lifetime now passed, then half again,
she still looks at me that way

Not hiding the love she feels inside,
until my dying day

No words then gleaned or ever built,
for feelings such as these

My pen now empty and eyes stare blank,
at what my heart can only see

To love her once was not enough,
yet no more was I allowed

My chest so small for that so big,
her golden hair my cloud

If I was blessed with just one wish,
and knew it to come true

Just one more day with golden hair,
—whose love so fine and new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Written November 19th, 2011)
On My Wife, Kathryn's, Birthday- 2/17/2016
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Submitted by Kurt Philip Behm on February 17, 2016

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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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