I was an only child
for a year or two –
selfishly taking of kisses
a moment or more
wouldn’t matter that much
until another was come
to arms not as long
with eyes the same shade
of carry me home
How soon disregarding
a half distant drum –
and tears
once cried just for me
nights where the pillow
held no allure –
dreams I spent walking
alone until dawn
Spied from afar
a trembling flame –
shadows cast over
the lawn
mandolins playing
where have you gone
as I ran ahead
into love that was mine
. . .
A breathtaking and beautiful poem Bobbie! It touches the heart in a great way! Hugs and blessings always!
Love to you, sweet Wendell………… always, it brings us home.
Yes! Many of us can relate to these touching sentiments so beautifully articulated. 🙂
At one time or another, we’ve each held a smaller breath……..
Memories of childhood, mellow and sweet. 🙂 ………xo
a beginning we never left ❤
Very beautiful.
Thank you, dearest Stephen……… love
Ah, but more than a lifetime felt in so few words …
A day or ten thousand, one wing or a sky filled blue…….