Harley King

"Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home."

— Harley King

American Speaker/Writer

1949 -

Here is the poem from which this quote comes:

First Love

by Harley King

A purple sun rises

from the ashes of her soul

and changes the color 

of heaven.  I play chess

with God and listen

to His stories about the old days

when Abraham walked

by His side and David wrote

songs of love.  She died

in a car crash at the age

of sixteen, at a time when

we both were virgins and

Martin Luther King was

assassinated in Memphis.

Even God cheats at chess

and forgets to take a shower.

Hold my hand, she said as

she led me down to the muddy lake

where we gazed at a yellow moon

and traded kisses for a few

precious moments.  Sometimes 

memory is the only gift we

give ourselves and the only hope

we have of finding our way

home.  I listen to God belch

and wish that I could hold

her hand one more time before

the sun rises over my grave.

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