Where are your words that touched the hearts of those who read…
Words that inspired, that brought laughter and brought many to tears.
Some painted pictures, funny and bright.
Some showed disasters full of war and death or even strife.
But our favorites are those of love, precious and pure.
Not just of romance but also of God’s amazing Grace.
So many of your words caused those that read them to look into their minds, hearts and souls and see their true selves.
Whether they changed their ways or just ignored.
It caused them to think and even ask ‘why’.
How could they slip away from your pen?
How can you go about your day and not stop and write down your thoughts?
You ‘were’ a poet, a bard and a writer of stories.
Your words received not one but over two million views…
They came not only to read your works but many praised and valued your words.
Some cried, some laughed and some even saw red.
You made them think, to seek the answers to life’s problems. Not just their own but the problems of the world.
I watched as the words slowly left you.
It was like a death of a loved one,
You reached out and they were no longer there within reach.
No matter how hard you tried to bring them back to life, they alluded you, never to be seen, to be heard, to be penned again.
I miss your words, not just the ones that declared your undying love not just to me but even the ones of old you wrote to Leah.
It was those for her that I read before we met that showed your heart, your soul and the kind of man you were.
My friends said don’t fall for someone you have not met.
No man could be evil, cruel or deceitful that could write like that.
I love you with all my heart and soul,
You kept me on my toes with what the subject of the day would bring.
All I ask of you is
‘Where Are Your Words???
Jan T Wilson
10/15/2023
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And I agree with Ron, Jan...
I understand it.
Writing was my way of life since I was 6... but at 72, I barely produce any written work.
Nonetheless, my heart and my soul still perceive and speak poetically,
and I am content.
And before I go, Happy Eleventh Anniversary on December 12th
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson!!!
Love you both,
Sis & Joe
And then, you arriving in his life was obviously a way of removing all that pain that had forced him to write to get the pain gone every day. With you there by his side, he no longer felt the pain that kept him writing day and night.
It appears to be simple as that. But perhaps I'm wrong. I'm quite often wrong in interpreting what people write here. Perhaps because I don't reread and fuss over what the other intended. I just respond.
Ron