We get so use to our men being home at a certain time, we worry what has happened when they are a bit late. Love you Honey.
All Alone am I June 25, 2011
By Rose Marie Rideout It’s late at night and I sit here,
Alone, wondering do you really care.
Where are you at this hour of the night,
Why do I feel, things just aren’t right.
I know it’s not a woman,
That you are out to see,
There’s no one else in this world,
You could love more than you love me.
I’m use to you always being here,
Each night to hold me tight,
It’s getting late and you’re not home,
Tells me something’s just not right.
I try not to think of terrible things,
That could quickly take you away,
For I couldn’t stand to lose you,
I couldn’t go on day after day.
So I’ll rest here in our bed alone,
And wait for your safe return back home.
You’ll kiss my cheek and cuddle me,
You be back where you were meant to be.
Rose, this is so well done, I'm jealous,,,,, of the writing skills, not the situation you described,,,, I'm hoping that this was just a poem and that you aren't often finding yourself HOME ALONE.
Try not to think of terrible things, Rose;
of course worry is real but you are a woman
of such heart and soul i know all will be well.
Take the best care.
Aw, come on, Rose. You know that Fred will always come home. Although, in all honesty, I do think that this is a lovely poem written for poetry sake and not a true, lonely emotion that you actually felt while writing "All Alone Am I."
Your friend in Southern California; Markie
This is so emotive, Rose, and very appropriate in time as so many are awaiting the return of their loved one (man or woman). Deeply loving. ~Hugs, Elizabeth
Yes unexplained lateness can be scary and invoke these feelings in many people about their loved ones. That is why war is such a drain on the emotional system of those left behind.
George
Reviewed by Natosha Davis (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2011
Sweet poem. Reminds me of what a lot of women do. We worry and create all these horrific tales in our head then I have to remember worry is praying for what I do not want.
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of course worry is real but you are a woman
of such heart and soul i know all will be well.
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Your friend in Southern California; Markie
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Tony
I hope you and your husband's love is always as deep and amazing as it is now. Loved your write~!
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