Ashley
she dances there,
this white-blonde waif,
pixie, darting through
the meadows of
my memory –
seen dashing toward me,
with loving, youthful abandon,
wrapping herself to me
tightly,
arms locked ‘round
my neck,
a guileless beauty,
head resting on my shoulder,
sweetest,
softest embrace
forever stealing,
sealing my heart,
with simple, solemn whisper –
“i love you”
from Ashley & Other Memories
(C) 2002 by c a gallagher
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