Just finished watching “Forrest Gump”…again.
Two hours of laughing and crying…again.
Like a little boy lost then found. Again
learning nothing matters but love. Not pain
or money. Not water, winning seasons,
or Nobel prize. Only honest reasons
for tender smiles and touches. No lease on
a house, owning a mountain can please one
like holding a dear soul close, listening
in caring silence, meeting glistening
eyes with your gleaming eyes. Your whispering
response like a summer breeze or clear spring.
Two souls as one. Never too soon or late.
Creamy sweet. Like a box of chocolates.
Roger Armbrust
April 23, 2020
