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5 years, blessings, daddy, essential truth, life, love, memory, sometimes, spirit, there is no me without you, time
sometimes
the night feels bitter –
mornings
I can hardly move
the ache comes hard
til I would swear
there is no rest
for truth
but thoughts of you
the ties that bind
sustain a weary soul
such love
it changes everything –
becoming all
I know
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
❤ Bobbie ❤
Gently lifting that leg back onto the bunk bed, to be sure you are always loved …
O Peter, thank you for this beautiful gift! I love you. Though I was lost with your comment for a moment, my smile remembered. We are forever blessed by those who know our story and repeat it back to us with love. ❤
I recalled the fondness of your telling of the memory, sweet days of youth
❤ the sweetest of all reminders are those of when we were loved