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hold me now
within the safe
where once
I lay my head
listening
as whispers
sang me home
reminders
I’ve forgotten
the verse
that was my name
a memory
is all we wrote
of time
beyond the last
another breath –
a garden
once we knew
seeds are bound
to blossom
come the spring
. . .
Author’s Note: For a dear friend. May love rush into the shallows
of your sorrow.
tornadoday 
“…beyond the last
another breath -“…
…and beyond this day another
to break the surly bonds of death
and guide us to the other…
This life is but a milepost on the journey we all take, a test of our strength, endurance, and will. Really loved this piece, Bobbie, especially the last stanza. Spring !!! I can deal with that. Love ‘n’ a hug.
Me
oh! how sweet! Verse that was your name!!!! loved it
Seeds are bound to blossom by the spring. There are always select phrases that stand out in your poems, where one can feel the deep emotion that stirred such a write. So very outstandingly written! A great writer/poet makes the reader ponder as they read the thoughts shared. You are always a blessing to read, my sister poet! Thanks for always sharing your priceless gift my sister! God bless!
I heard every word of this poem. So many blessings in you sharing your gift with us Bobbie. Love always. Xxxxx
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….this is one of my favorites…..made the moreso by your kindness. Thank you, Cindy.
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