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split the light
to shadows
chance of
willing tears
to wash the lawn
and there
granddaddy
gleans
pressed against the shutters
almost made it in
before the night
made claim
to different dreams
scattered round
were wishes
some fallen
eager stars –
and wings remembered
way too close
the flame
embers
turned to ashes
someone grieves
their leaving home
I shall pray
for one more morning
stay
with want
for ever after –
a paradise
made here
quiet
as the morning
climbs the trees
. . .
tornadoday 
“as morning climbs the trees”
what a perfect description….
Beautiful Bobbie..this is a beautiful work of art…
Take Care…
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Thank you, Maryrose. I thought you’d like that. When I sit on my porch, I’m convinced that’s exactly what’s happening (and who could blame the sun for the climb)….. Always, you touch my soul and I am blessed. ~ Always, I love you. ~ Bobbie
Beautiful!
Thank you, my precious Willow. Your light blesses this page. ~ Love, Bobbie
Breath takingly beautiful! Your words and images are so inspiring…Namaste, mary
Thank you, Mary. Your kindness weighs sweet upon my words. Thank you for the gift of your grace. ~ Love always, Bobbie
“I shall pray
for one more morning
stay”
…yeah! This was worth the fourth read, as it only gained meaning and momentum each time.
On an aside, Bobbie, it reminded me of an old 50s song by the same title…..
“Stay…, just a little bit longer…, mmmmm, just a little bit longer…” Always liked that song. ~xo~ Paul
I know that song!!! ……….I hadn’t thought of it when writing. I only thought of how many conversations, how many volumes can be reduced to that one word – stay. Yep, there aren’t many words needed beyond that. Thank you, my dear Paul. ~ Ever still, Bobbie
Thank you, this is beautiful. Xxx
Thank you, Jane. As are you, my dear friend…..as are you!!! ~ Love, Bobbie
You’ve made shed tears of the same taste as those I did once long ago over a so dear cold cell that no rising sun may bring back its warmth..:'(
May you be alright; hugs
….but might we find a place of warmth within our memories………a light where we’d forgotten we once burned………. Tears are the ink of the soul. But almost always, for every sorrow, a joy the sweeter. ~ Love to you, Mira Jay. May light find it impossible to stay away from your window. ~ Bobbie
Couldn’t have put it in a better way…
Same wishes to you dear one…
Hugs
♥
Bobbie,
So very beautiful. This one touches my heart so deeply.
My reason for coming home to Kentucky after all these years away.
I sit here somethimes and read your poetry to my mom and dad.
They love you as much as I do-
With Love, Cindy
O, Cindy, you have just reached deep into my soul with your words. I am often asked why I write, and there is no explanation – only that I do – for those who find the words and in them, something more than words could ever cover. Your reason is golden and this gift of time is an inheritance never denied. I love your parents without knowing them (only through the light that you are). Thank you, Cindy. Give them my love, and hold them ever close. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your words always carry the sweetest of blessings to everyone who will embrace them, because what is in your heart is easily recognized as a lasting treasure and is greeted so wholesomely for it is also a reflection of what lives deep within all of us. One can never change a memory but they can decipher the joy that seemingly was lost but is and will always still be there as our hearts soften, and become more forgiving over the years. As we age we learn to hold more precious all of our memories. Great poem Bobbie, it really touched my heart! Thanks for that blessing!
Thank you Wendell. Unfortunately (or fortunately), some think my words are a direct reflection of all that is in my heart. That’s true and not……… if it matters to another, it matters to me. Those words (those feelings denied voice) are mine, and always, I will find a way to give them sound. Love to you, my sweet precious friend. ~ Bobbie
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