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connection, dreams, faith, family, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, value, wisdom
had she held you
as I hold you –
would she recognize your song
or flush your skin
with tears and lullabys
stories of a life she lived
love before your love
stars were falling
wishes to your eyes
speaking softly –
given freely
dreams she dreamed (for you)
remembered now the one
that brought you home
forever changed
(tho rearranged)
a call from faraway
a spark to light her summer nights
shall burn in you always
tornadoday 
This is so beautiful-
Thank you, Cynthia…….. I am so very happy to know you think so. Love ~ Bobbie
Gorgeous!
-Jennifer
Thank you so much, Jennifer. I’m especially glad that you like this. It does my heart good! ~ Love, Bobbie
Really lovely, especially the opening lines, so emotive x
Thank you, Vanessa. I am every cognizant of the fact that most of us (men and women alike) were loved first by someone else. Regardless my years or my lessons, always, the man who first held my heart (loved me first) was my father. Men, in some ways, are no different ~ always the look for the rhythm that matches their own ~ that was their mother’s. Love you ~ Bobbie
i know, it’s a complex concept with various perspectives that are often overlooked. It takes a true observer to notice and a true poet to communicate it well, as you did.Love to you x
Very beautiful and touching!
Thank you, Wendell…….I’m glad to know this found a special place with you. ~ Bobbie