July 18, 2011

Irish Soup

by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)



Irish Soup
Some of this, some of that

I will try to put something new up every few weeks and answer all comments. If any. :(

I hold you completely in my heart at night.

I want to tell you the story of my life, but you are that story.

Steve Burkett was only a young poet singing on his way to the Gerber dump. He grew old on his trip so he was left there with all the other discards.

Thank you for being the face on my full moon and for making me the face on your moon.

I want to make you bloom like a rose, to fill you with sunshine.

My brother Tony got married on the fourth of June. Congratulations. I never got the invitation. Maybe you can send me some photos of it.

A hug would be nice today. Have I told you lately that I love you?

One of the things I miss most about my brother Tim is his laugh. It always reminded me of my father's laugh. The laugh of a blues singer.

Those of you whom have any blog addresses, say hi and make a comment. Share it with others. Put it up on the bulletin board.

I feel this peaceful within me when I think of you.

Amabimur: we will be loved


Replies Replies feed

We will print and mail your reply by . Guidelines

Other posts by this author


Get notifications when new letters or replies are posted!

Posts by Steve J. Burkett: RSS email me
Comments on “Irish Soup”: RSS email me
Featured posts: RSS email me
All Between the Bars posts: RSS