Quiet Mornings
For Gene Twiford - In Loving Memory
I watch as you sip from your morning cup
and I listen to the silence.
There was no glad to be alive morning greeting and hug.
Where did the sunshine of your laughter go?
What happened to the hustle and bustle of the morning ritual?
The only sounds I hear are the quiet routine of
the refrigerator and my own shallow breathing.
Why is there no newspaper on the table turned to the sports page?
When did you stop asking me what my plans for the day are?
Glancing into the bedroom across the hall I see
only my side of the bed rumpled and then I remember,
no more morning hugs, no more laughter filled with sunshine
no more nights being held in the safety
of arms that love me beyond all others.
I look up at the sky and say yet another prayer
of affirmation that you rest in peace, my beloved husband,
while I try to find a way to stop the quiet.
in a sense, this is a tribute, and a beautiful one as well, i'm sure he look down on you with pride as you write away, he knows your heart and soul, thats all you need. the love will always be.
love and hugs
mary etta
WORDS FROM A HEART...STRONG, BUT HURTING...YET PRESSING ON...IN THE QUIET OF THE MORNING. DONE WITH EXCELLENCY! THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. JOYCE * HIS NSPIRATIONS
I agree with Gwen. This is a very touching tribute to the man you loved for so many years and who loved you back. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Oh Marcia, how beautifully penned! You brought me to tears with your words. I felt the powerful emotions you so cleverly wrote into this poem. Fabulous! (As usual I might add) I'm a big fan!
Marcia, you have elicited from within each who read these words, how utterly pervasive the silence of beng alone can be at times -- you remind all that have lost a loved one, of how immense the empty feeling is in those moments, alone -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
This piece moves me more than you will ever know for I have lived your words each and every day for quite sometime now. Yet by faith and in hope there... and much to my surprise I found that there is another tomorrow filled with sunshine and so shall it be with you...God Bless you and peace fill your day.
Some can blend metaphors with human senses, many can't do it. This poem tell what any man will like to hear, that after he's gone the remembrances are sweet and quiets, with the quality that only morning, when opening the eyes to a new day, you ask where are those arms are gone and realize that them are around your shoulders...forever.
Oh Marcia this is so sad. I am so sorry about your husband. You expalined your emotions so well. Again, I wish you peace and whatever you may need to help you.
Marcia, what beautiful, beautiful words of loneliness and sadness. I don't know if the vacant place is ever filled from where a deeply loved one had at one time lived.
Mark
A loving tribute to your late husband, and you love shines through. There may be many things you miss, but you have such wonderful memories of him, his spirit will linger on to give you strength for a new beginning. Now is a time to explore yourself and what you want for the rest of your life. Blessings...
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love and hugs
mary etta
the life we once knew…please pass the tissues…
In spirit know that I embrace you den sister…
Healing & Love
Vickie
Wonderful! I don't think anyone could read it without getting a lump in their throat.
And, as poet to poet, that last line is superb.
Love, and best wishes,
Delma
Blessings ...
Wonderful pen!
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
A profuse touching love and sorrow.
This is remarkably and succinctly beautiful
seems like a reading of an open love letter.
Take care,
Gwendolyn
Hugs
hugs, Myrna
Be always safe,
Karen
This piece moves me more than you will ever know for I have lived your words each and every day for quite sometime now. Yet by faith and in hope there... and much to my surprise I found that there is another tomorrow filled with sunshine and so shall it be with you...God Bless you and peace fill your day.
Allen
Love,
Linda
Georg
With Love,
Cindy
"The only sounds I hear are the quiet routine of
the refrigerator and my own shallow breathing."
great image ...
So honest, touching and beautiful.
Thank you for your courage in sharing this.
John
Mark