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I hang on words
verbs and adjectives
that distill time’s crazy hold
on my life
souvenirs kept
in spiral bound notebooks
with tiny locks
so easily broken
like dreams
or promises carried forward
from past generations
a chapter neatly finished
but always incomplete
tonight I unplug the yellow bulbs
strung to seasons of evergreen
sons of the tree
that rose silently one year
in splendid happiness
crystalising the summit of my childhood
the night you disappeared
and distress replaced your love
too young then
I neglected to listen to your words
thinking surely you’d be around
to speak them hundreds of other times
and now –
older than you were that year
I’ve forgotten
even the sound of your voice
. . .
Author’s Note: For D.B. & Annie – missing you now
tornadoday 
..beautiful..i almost wept..
Thank you, my dear Lenise. I am reminded of this whenever I’m talking with my nieces and nephews, only to realize I am privy to a life (a love) they never knew. I grieve for what they have not knowledge to grieve themselves. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Sad that we always think that we have other times, or more time, but reality is that all we can guarantee is now. The next minute may never arrive. Too many people don’t understand this. Beautiful poem, Bobbie. ~always~
Paul
Yes, dear Paul, I know you understand this…….the pieces we think will forever be there, even now they start to fade. Thank you. ~ Much love to you, Bobbie
Ah, Bobbie… what do I say… there’s a lump inside my throat right now. *feel it*
….after reading through your tributes, I’m not surprised. Thank you, Tanumoy. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
Sad….this made me realize that I got little time to do what I love and I should stop ignoring the voice within me that tells me to do what’s best for me…I should begin to leave in a moment and let my imagination run free.Thank you for such powerful words.
……as I’ve been known to say on occassion, ‘who needed a sign’…….? Take it all, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
sad how we misuse the gift of time.
True….I am reminded of something I read years ago.
“If tomorrow, the sirens rang out and we were told that the earth would be gone within ten minutes….the streets would be clogged and the phone lines jammed with people calling one another – one more chance to say ‘I love you’, ‘I need you’, ‘I’m sorry’.
Why wait until the last ten minutes?”
I love you, Deb……….
…. this got me thinking… are all our stories stamped by one stencil?
the few hanging veins have been sliced and cut loose… will they be remembered tomorrow… this got me thinking….
dear Bobbie… this brief visit was worthwhile, as always. shall come back again soon to ‘see’ your heart. i wonder what it is made of? 🙂
lots of love and many hugs to you!