Show Me                                                        By David Michael Jackson Show me the flower then show me how the dust is in the air, there, next to the window. Show me the love then when it was fresh and new like the flower, like the dust. Show me the glint of the light in the water as it flows liquid and wet into the glass. Show me while I am still here to see it show me then, the wind rattling the trees like a child playing. Show me the child playing so I can rock in my old man chair and know not that You were here,  but that I was here       Show me Poem) © 2011 by David Michael Jackson , All rights reserved Send private comments to publisher:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com