My bed was cold
'cause he wasn't there.
He'd left earth long before.
I loved him dearly
yet struggled not to pine away
while aching memories filled my mind
with thoughts of yesterday.
I forged ahead.
Years were full and happy
many quests of life achieved.
My waking hours
filled with treasures, gold.
I kept busy!
Yet at night, my bed was cold.
Until....
Copyright(c)2004 by Gwen Dickerson
All rights reserved.
You have me on pins and needles Gwen!
I hope it is a happy ending!
Very sad write at first but glad you got the emotions out!
Good for you!
I will be waiting for your next post!
Love ya!
Becca
Falling to a rare sentinel illness and separated from her charges during a retrieval mission Xevera Nanay encounters the biggest threat to her survival but more importantly her autonomy when paramedic Michael Constantine recognizes and imprisons her
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
Reindeer
but understandable
I hope it is a happy ending!
Very sad write at first but glad you got the emotions out!
Good for you!
I will be waiting for your next post!
Love ya!
Becca
Love from India - Joel -
Excellent poem gwen!
...Michael
Especially leaving "untill..." unfinished is nice business.
Love Tinka