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on this rainy dawn
I am barefoot on a narrow stone
looking out through eyes blurred by emotion
seeking an unknown part of my past
and a place I must have known
would find me here
with no one yet to answer
but for me the purple buds are tempted
another week to stay
sorrow comes easily
as in the counting still –
of friends he seems
more willing than the rest
to listen as my heart concedes
I knew not when to break
or what of verses uttered now
would yesterday
forsake
silent
raindrops
welcome my tears
a hundred times – of listening
volumes unconfessed
across a lifetime
separated –
mourning
words of love
. . .
Author’s Note: My grandpa, D. B. George
June 13th – 45 years since they told me you were gone.
tornadoday 
Amazing 🙂 and very nice picture 🙂
Thank you so much, my friend. ❤
You welcome !
Great feelings.
For all that emotion takes, it somehow manages to give us words. Thank you, Salva. ❤
If sometimes you might have the feeling of a somewhat strange word or expression from my side, kindly remember that I am a foreigner to your tongue and that the sole reason for any such sentiment probably resides there.
It’s just because I feel the better word in my earlier comment might have been emotions instead of feelings. 🙂
I do so understand……….and I personally like the word ‘feelings’ much better. 🙂
Seems a good thing then to trust my guts. Very kind of you and many, many a thanks. 🙂
Wow. I am moved.
Thank you, precious Millie……. Always, you know my heart. ~ B
You are pure divine spirit speaking through your words.
When you are sad, I am sad, when you cry, i also cry for I always feel the deepness of your selfless heart Bobbie, Your poem is deeply touching, and leaves me without words. The world is made so much better by your presence. Spiritual hugs and love to you always!
My world is made richer for your presence, Wendell……… As I age, I find the tears sit closer to the lid…….but it’s a joy I cannot refuse. We are blessed always for the love we give away. ❤
We always feel this tug at our hearts when they come to visit our thoughts, and leave those feelings and moments of love remembered. ~love ‘n’ a hug~
Paul
He was a good man……….and I, rich for his love.
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❤ Cindy