you love strawberries…
you told me
once
that I taste
better
than strawberries.
♥!♥♥♥!♥♥♥♥
Say please…
We, you and I,
along with them,
will never, possibly sometime,
cautiously once in a while
SCREAM hesitatingly while
requesting not quite boldly
but softer than a whisper…
love me, dammit.
♥♥♥♥♥♥
Will be done…
if there
is one
I will
find it.
if there
is none
I will
make it.
a way
to
you.
♥♥♥♥
Continue reading →hello. where did you
go. you were here
just a minute ago.
I blinked and breathed
and missed you leave.
hello. where did you
go.
I'll save your space
beside me. listen for
your laugh. re-welcome you
again. again.
hello.
where did you
go.
Jean
originally posted on Pondering……. 4-22-2010.
http://beauvoirglass.blogspot.com/
Continue reading →Whether it be like this or in letters to yourself,
as in a journal, or a diary.
Write everything about you so that others
may know. How you lived.
What you thought. When you cried.
Loved and laughed. Did you dream?
It may be found some day, and those who
knew you. Might cry. Might laugh.
Might gasp, "That's why!"
"That's when!" "That's where!"
Then again, a stranger might find you
in your words. And know you better than
all those others. Take you home.
Live with you another life.
See in you another way. Love their life again.
Find the path. Forgive their pain.
See the stars.
You are a book. A poem. A song.
Write your life.
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originally posted on my blog Pondering....... 7-3-2007
Continue reading →Anne presented this in the comments; I thought it worthy enough that her words should be shared with all rather than buried in a comment.
Anne - I hope that's OK; I didn't get your permission first.
I saw tomorrow yesterday
Actually, almost all of our tomorrows.
Standing inside with the cart full of groceries
I waited for him as he walked down the wrong row of cars searching for ours—away from me.
The gray skies had opened up
sending a golden shaft of light down on him
as he walked away from me.
My beloved is eighty two in a month from now—
The smartest man I have ever known seemed confused.