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of aches
I’ve come to know
too well
of lazy sunday mornings
when tempeted by a dreamer
back to bed
took no regard
for lessons –
a preacher’s silent rants
of destinies approaching
flowers in my hand
was almost none
to matter
a place where I was not
a fleeting stare
of sullen disregard
for sins already offered
confession getting cold
eyes on the horizon
a place
to weight me down
where once a storm was rumored
warning me of tears
the morning pulling in
across the pines
afraid for days beyond the next
firey passion slept
warm against the longing
sunday kept
. . .
tornadoday 
Ah, but to wake
To live without the ache…..
🙂 ~xo~
Me
……..but sometimes, the ache reminds us of something more. The missing seems worth having known……….
Yes, sometimes it is worth the ache……..xo
‘Afraid for days beyond the next’…to catch the joy in a moment and let it fly free… I love you Bobbie ❤
to hold so near the places we begin………we remain………we love ❤
Sad by deeply moving in a flood of emotions… A gem Bobbie!
Sorrow keeps very fine company, Wendell. We can’t know joy without grieving………but both are worth the keeping.
Poignant Poem.. Yet sometimes when we surface from our days of slumber we look back on the days of Ache, and know they were placed upon our bed for a reason…
Sending a Hug xx Sue
Thank you, Sue. Not long ago, I was speaking with another – one who has held long to grief. And I commented that we don’t miss what we don’t love. If given the offer that our grief could be gone, if only for the trade of one memory………who (what fool) would trade? We never ever lose love………. ❤