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would for the worst
the rest betray –
the coming back
to wander
would trade for none
the imprint won
by promise torn assunder
reborn again
a lifetime more –
and cast them out
as vile
removed the burden
judgement made
for every firm denial
a dime or so
would three or four
be wealth to one of these
or kindness fit
as words so soft –
each sorrow to release
into this lowly circle
was drawn for us
in time –
forgotten not the reasons
– every coming back
to find
the one to wait
with arms held wide –
eyes are blazing bright
remembered for
another day
beyond this chance
delight
were not for them
or for the clouds
who passed
the way with you –
were angels watching ever
come to know the world
you knew
. . .
tornadoday 
Dearest Bobbie, at best, I can only heave a sigh upon reading and breathing these words of yours, and stifle the flow of tears. My heart beats to the pulsating pathos and asks the same urgent questions, demanding an answer..
a dime or so
would three or four
be wealth to one of these
or kindness fit
as words so soft –
each sorrow to release
and I hear your voice resonating, reverberating, and I understand and weep… Love, Dee
tattooed to gnarly palms
all blistered and sore
bandaged what’s left
buried what’s before
for now the horizon divides
and lo, behold all else restores
to whence it began
I couldn’t begin to comment on this, Bobbie, only to say that it draws feelings from deep within the well. To say it’s extraordinary would only mock the beauty of it.
~~~A Holiday Hug to You~~~ Me
Such a very amazing poem Bobbie! I wrote a poem tonight that I will share on my blog similar, and along the same lines. What I write always seems to come from a time so long ago, I mean it seems like someone else writes through me some times. Another life, another world, another time, where the spirits and angels always seem to surround me as I write and read the words to them, relishing every smile they bless me with. You are a master poet dear sister, and I sense an “old soul” within you also. I would say its a sweet blessing from God!!
It is!!!! And yes, there is, Wendell…….and she lives in a wonderful place with purple wallpaper and a breeezeway running straight through. I know her and love her…….and I do you (as I do you). ~ Bobbie
No words from me can do justice to your words…love always, J Xxx
….but your presence somehow gives them a greater light……….. Imagine that? I can. Thank you, Jane. ~ Love ever, Bobbie