I find myself
With roses in my hands
Kneeling by my love one's
Resting place
I have committed
transgression
Against my own kind
She died at eighty-nine
An elegant age.
I met her
When she was twenty
She thought me twenty-five
Two years later
We married
Till last week
we were never apart
Happily wed.
Time came to past
When we told little white lies
Moving around
Every now and then
I never discovered
What I thought was a blessing
Never questioned it
Until she passed away
leaving me alone
To seek the answers,
Why.?
She gracefully aged,
Like an angel or a saint
Her years never took away
This loving flame
Burning deep within my soul
I still remain the same
Before I gently held her
In my arms
Kissing her soft lips
Sighing a goodbye.
Wiping her final tear of death
Listening to her
Final words
As they echo, within my mind
Sweetheart,
"You still look Twenty-five"
I softly closed her eyes
As her heart silently sleeps
Now I ask myself
What will I do
Till the day I die.?
This is an incredibly beautiful write, William. Perhaps all will learn to stop waiting to do what should be done every day. ~~Bonnie Q
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2004
William I don't know why we don't appreciate what we have until we lose it..This brought tears....I remember when I lost my son...I wished I would have hugged him just one more time....we hug a lot in my house but still....I felt like I could have done it one more time...this tore at my heart....a sorrowful yet loving poem...wonderfully written...floria
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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Such a sad painful write.
My heart goes out to you.
Beautiful tribute...
Trixie
Love Tinka
This one moving and bittersweet it
is so emotional
Lady peg