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Harley King







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












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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