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who hears the echo
of once fallen fathers
knows every name
and loves them no less
silver white dots
connect each horizon
sister and brother
the weary heart rests
crosses stand down
by the edge of the highway
somebody’s gone
where grief couldn’t go
who shall remember
was everyone’s baby
kept now in daisies
the color of snow
eyes search the distance
and curse
at the weather
who’s left to see
when the light falls away
hands reaching over
the breadth of one sorrow
take me
forsake me
but lean to my pain
wrapped in the colors
of rainbows and raining
fixed by the fathers –
as stars
on the day
tornadoday 
“the colors of rainbows and raining” … evokes memories and deep feelings. love, Dee
Oh, Dee……I would venture to guess that everything you do evokes memories and deep feelings. And that, my friend, is a wonderful way to live (and love)! Thank you, Dee. ~ Always love, Bobbie
A special poem of yours though written with tears & I’ve lost a beat to this special line “…was everyone’s baby kept now in daisies the color of snow”…
Hugs; may they soothe the pain
Oh, my dearest Mira, where there is pain, there is surely love and compassion. We are all one, connected in ways we rarely recognize. When one hurts, we should all hurt, for if it happens to you, it happens to me. May love fold you softly today and every day! ~ Love, Bobbie
This simply pierced the heart ! One of your finest pieces I have read so far. Wonderfully wonderful work, dear!
Thank you, Mari. Your kindness is a bouquet within my soul this day. ~ Love much, Bobbie
So very peaceful and soothing to the words “was everyone’s baby kept now in daisies the color of snow”, it brought back so many tender feelings of my youngest son Ian and the love he received at St Joesphs hospital in Omaha Ne for over months of his life, When he passed and we had his funeral, there were over 400 people at his funeral who were touched by his life! He was truly everyone’s baby! As i read your words i felt the kiss of the radiance of his enchanting smile…that is a true blessing. Wonderful poem Bobbie, wonderful poem!
Oh, Wendell, you are so blessed. Even with his short remarkable life, he gave you love and inspired you to love even more. I’m sure you’ve heard the thought that if you ever wonder whether you’ve fulfilled your life’s purpose, you need only to know that if you’re still alive, you haven’t. For some of us, our life’s purpose is achieved early by opening the eyes and the hearts of the world, to those who never forget the sound of our name. I mourn for your loss, but celebrate the gift you were given. Even as I write this note, I imagine your smile! ~ Love you, Bobbie