The Return (poem) by Linda M Hill on AuthorsDen

The Return
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The wind whispers softly as I slowly Drive through town Shadows are coming swiftly The sun is going down I pull up in her driveway It looks the same as before It's been five years Since I came to her door Memories come flooding back The happiness true love can bring She captured my heart With her loving smile We married in the spring As the years moved on my restless Spirit got the best of me One cold November day I left her Crying quietly I thought that I could forget her I was off to see the world Never knowing that it was right here In the eye's of my girl The years have brought me back Let her heart still belong to me Let the love light in her eyes Be all that I see The door slowly opens A frail old lady's standing there Her face is worn with age Moonlight shining in her hair When I inquired about my wife There's pain and a glimmer of a tear And for the first time I feel Dread compounded with a sense of fear She ask me to come in With a soft voice she said to me Let me tell you about a story son Please listen carefully She was my lovely granddaughter The joy and light of my life How happy she was when she wrote me That she was to be your wife. She loved you more than words can say That I want you to know We could never understand why You felt you had to go Her heart went with you my son, The day you walked out the door The light went out of her eyes She just could'nt cope anymore A few weeks after you left she learned A baby was on the way For nine months she carried him Praying you would return someday She had complications giving birth In pain she called out your name And when she couldn't take it anymore Then the angels came Your wife lies at the cemetary On the edge of town And beside her your baby son can Also be found Our tears were flowing freely As I touched her trembling hand She got up slowly, reached in a drawer Handing me my wife's wedding band I made my way to my car The moon my only light I drove slowly, feeling so alone Lord, help me through the night I see their graves carassed by shadows I get down on my knees My darling, I've come back to you Sweetheart, forgive me, please My love for you still stands And for the son I will never see And from the sky I saw a vision of my Wife looking down at me She held a tiny infant wrapped in Satin and white lace There was a look of peace and joy on Her lovely face Behind her smile I saw a tear As it fell from above This was her last goodbye to me Her last gift of love... � Linda Hill 2002 Repost �

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 28, 2005

Captivating creation, Linda. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 5, 2004

passionate and inspired ...

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Yep. Men are bastards. Women are saints. At least you aren't still talking politics, I refuse to go to people sites who can't let the damn election be what it is. Over.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Beautiful poetry Linda!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Nobody Does It Better Linda-In Caring Compassion-Breath Taking Poem_

Everybody Takes For Granted They Will (You'll) Be Here In Morning,But,Alas,Sadly Millions Will Find Themseleves In Their Mourning Without Amends!

Your True Friend,TRASK

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on December 4, 2004

Linda, this piece tore at the tender of heart. Woderfully written.

Allen

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

Linda, I am blinking back tears right now!! This is such a beautiful poem/story, and so well written. I enjoyed reading very much.
Danielle

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Tears. Wonderfully written in a style I have come to know you by. Great write.

Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)

Linda, It may be a rerun, but it's new to me! Very nice. Hope you're doing okay. I've been thinking and praying for you.
Love, Susan

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

as Felix said below, I felt as if I were living the events with this guy. chilling story poem.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

And he came back too late..
Awesome writing Linda......

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Linda this is fantastic, you put me there beside this guy. Fantastic write.
Felix