Abba would have turned 76 on June 16, 2012. Here's a poem for him from me on his birthday.
Dew on the doorstep of Belonging
Smeared with a laidback smile.
Fragrant memories, soaked in
Wisdom, imagination and wit
Caresses buds of attachment.
Clouds are ominous and grave,
I hear unhurried footsteps,
Unafraid and unaffected.
Surprises will always
Be in store in the quest
For the unobvious.
Left hand in the left pocket,
Right hand on a friendly shoulder;
Humour and poetry
Permeates the pregnant air.
Gateway to sleep is closed,
Remnants of love
Will be safeguarded,
Away from the
Prying eyes of convenience.
A year has gone by,
Not just another year
But the year that matters.
The dew-drops Linger on....
