In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Poetry by my father, sent by his first wife and daughter. Typed on paper with a Southeastern Cooperative League, Clarksville, Ga. letterhead (and footer reading Affiliated with Cooperative League of USA).
I love you with
the words, the
silence makes,
and for the dream
your searching
eyes imply.
I love you while
my unsure path
requires a deeper
knowledge
A greater love.
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