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was a stone
became my comfort
polished into glass
carried from the creek
in mid-july
as proof
of something sweeter
than honeysuckle bloom
the smile you gave
to me –
a lullabye
remembered
by the sparrow
e’en now he comes to sing
alight with notes
the wind has never heard
secrets
we were keeping
flutter through the trees
verses strung
as silences to word
of some days
I am certain
another time will be
a reason for returning –
here I am
anchored by the notion
of love –
a weightless stone
polished to remembrance
in my hand
. . .
“Polished to remembrance” – brilliant! 🙂
Thank you, my sweet friend. You’ve made my day. ~ Love, Bobbie
Feeling honoured. 😀
❤
Your embracing words always delight the mind and heart! The life within them surely will bring even angels to smile. It is always a treat to walk through your garden of poems. Hope all is well with you my sister…have a vey beautiful evening!
Wendell, maybe it’s age (maybe I’m delirious)…….but all my days are blessed. I find joy waiting around every corner, and love in places most have discarded. Heaven is surely here, my friend. May your heart grow to hold the world……. Always with love, my friend. ~ Bobbie
Oh my….wow!
“anchored by the notion
of love –
a weightless stone
polished to remembrance
in my hand”
Thank you, Millie. I’m fairly certain you understand – the weight of love is none at all. ❤ ~ Always with love, Bobbie
I carry this burden willingly, knowing it will never end
Up the ridge, across the road, and down around the bend
Love is a weightless burden that anchors the soul. ~xo~
Paul