by Lisa Hilbers
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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Itís 12:17 a.m., I hear your tennis shoes,
swooshing down the hallway-
stopping momentarily, to check on each of our children-
One of the other or both needs to be recovered-
So you do- then you lean to kiss their sleepy cheeks-
Öand make your way to my waiting, loving arms-
Tonight the hallway holds an eerie silence; Breaching
the contract between my mind and arms-
If only I could see your face; Outline your lips with
the tips of my fingers; Smell your freshly showered body-
Feel your weight pressing down on the edge of our bed-
If only I could-
Tomorrow Iíll have no choice but to say my goodbyes,
and yes there will be tears with painful grief and sorrow-
Yes there will be a lifetime of lonely days and nights-
Yes there will be countless sleepless moments of hugging
your pillow and sobs of agonizing and hurt-
but youíve not left my arms empty or abandoned my heart-
just as Iíve not abandoned you on our last night together-
Itís 12:17 a.m., and nothing or nobody can take that away from us-
I can hear you in the hallway-
and the creaking door as you slowly peek in on our children-
I can smell your freshly showered body; and your weight pushing
down on the edge of our bed-
And Iíll trace your lips over and over again-
and it will be 12:17 a.m., forever-
© Lisa Hilbers
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|Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
|I love this, and I am deeply moved by the changes which transpired. This is very lovely expression; including many, and more feelings, to give. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us....|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|My friend, you have the ability to reach into the deepest corners of one's heart and soul. THAT, to me, is excellent poetry. Brava!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This is a poem that cuts deep into the heart, Lisa. The pain and the strength of your words held tight in memories of final moments and within an eternity of broken dreams brings to the forefront the bond that never dies. The spirits that sing as one will never be silenced. Heartbreaking, yet painted with the beauty and perfection of your golden quill.
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
My tears will never fall the same ... upon reading this poem, new trails were made to follow down my cheeks.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
|Heartwrenching, yet beautiful. This poem hits home in my life.
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Heartbreakingly familiar, Lisa...brilliant capture!
love and peace, Carole
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Most beautiful sadness is wrapped up in a brilliant poem, a wonderful piece of art!
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
You bring us to tears with the power in your words! Very well penned description of a breaking heart.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Bittersweet sadness capturing the breaking of a heart.
|Reviewed by George Jackson
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very sad write Lisa.....are you okay girlfriend???
Take care okay!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Another splendid poem Lisa!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Sad write, so very well penned! BRAVA, Lisa; you have a winner here!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :(