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was a morning stilled
by dew to frost
steam rolled off a winter lawn
was there before
the sun woke up
I lay beneath the stars
at dawn
I listened hard
would comfort come
eyes closed tight,
my arms spread wide…
would I be blessed
to hold you still —
I spoke your name
and wept inside
I wish you knew
of thoughts unshared —
of love unspoke
my sore regret
for moments passed
alone and far,
I wonder —
will you find me
yet
a startled bird
a swirling leaf
a gentle sigh — as breath to skin
I sense you here
as warmth — the sun
is woke from sleep
to burn again
Author’s Note: For Brenda who watches every beetle
for signs of Ray, and for Ray who watches
Brenda. Until then…….it is so.
tornadoday 
A lovely poem!
Thank you, Wendell. My friend Brenda is having a hard time, as the unexpected came when she least expected it, and now, every breeze is filled with echoes of unspoken words. Your kindness touches my heart (always). ~ Love, Bobbie
gorgeous! This is most beautiful expression of love and Heart! It is for everyone’s love!
I think so too. Love is so much bigger than just romantic love. Love is…..just love! Thank you, Linda. ~ Always, Bobbie
Once again, the soul of the artist has filled her brush with the colors of love and painted a canvas of wonder. The note reminds me of what I experienced with my father during the years that Alzheimers robbed him of mind and memory. Sounds like Ray and Brenda are walking a similar path. You wrote this so beautifully, Bobbie.
xo and good night again,
Paul
Actually, that’s not the case for at least in the situation with your father, there were moments of lucidity. With Brenda and Ray, they were separated by miles when he passed unexpectedly in his sleep. And so, she is a survivor without being prepared at all to survive. Thank you, Paul. I grieve for you and for your father. I’ve often thought that is the worst of diseases ~ to be robbed of your memory. For so many, memories are all that keep them here. ~ Love, Bobbie
Sometimes I just assume that I know everything. Thanks for bringing me back to reality. In this world there are many like Brenda when loss is so sudden that there can be no preparation and survival for those left behind is really a difficult thing.
xo
Paul
I know you know how that feels ~ to hold everyhing in your arms one moment and then nothing but memories. I don’t know which is worse, but I know that we can’t miss something we didn’t love, so no matter how it is lost, it feels somewhat the same……..and we’re left holding whatever we can for as long as we can. xoxo B
For the times I sit asking myself whether the wished has come in reach of my hands when I almost forget that I’d wished it once; you’ve painted smoothly such a roughness…loved the way you breathed it & may your friend finds inner peace soon.
Love & Light
Thank you, Mira. I think most of us spend a lifetime in search of the jagged edge that fits to ours. Some of us find it, and still others become so consumed with the fit that they stop being themselves. Of course, ultimately that means the edges don’t fit anymore. For my friend, she wants so much for time that is no more and so she watches every little thing ~ hoping for a sign, and yet thankful for the jagged edge she knew for a little while. All my love to you, Mira. ~ Bobbie
into this long forsaken place – someone said they knew me well ageless path beneath the pines – hides a truth we never tell.
Thank you for your loving and kind remarks, dearest Byron. ~ Love, B
This was such a heartfelt and moving poem, My Dear!! Such a beautiful poem of love and yearning!! Really loved these lines:
I wish you knew
of thoughts unshared —
of love unspoke
my sore regret
for moments passed
alone and far,
I wonder —
will you find me
yet
Bellissimo, Bobbie, Bellisimo!!
xoxoxo
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Come and read this beautiful love poem – I WISH YOU KNEW