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


arms locked ‘round

my neck,

a guileless beauty,

head resting on my shoulder,


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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SilverGirl commented on Ashley


What a beautiful sentiment. This is very sweet and filled with love and emotion for a very special child. Again, I love your style, and hope one day to write things as beautiful as yours.. Hugs SG

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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