AKA "The Writing Woman"
I see the tulips in our yard And I remember When I used to be excited about spring Spring meant summer was near And summer meant time outside with you Days frolicking in the sun Evenings lounging in the sultry heat out in our yard Me swatting mosquitoes You not Smells and sounds of summer…
The wind blows and your spirit speaks to me From the chimes under the gazebo out on our deck When I put your ashes inside (a little teaspoon of you) I had no idea How your memory would resonate with each sound throughout my days and my nights With a gentle nudge upon every breeze…
I knew each time I touched you, it could be the last And I feared with each kiss time was moving too fast And I held on tightly And I longed for the cure But you slipped away slowly Now the past is a blur And I longed for the cure that I knew wouldn’t…
To Rick: I Wanted to Grow Old With You I wanted to grow old with you, but fate had other plans. I vowed to love you until death as we stood holding hands. We pledged to be together until our lives were through. I thought we’d spend the golden years ahead, just me and you….
Saturdays You used to say you loved to hear the rain outside our window On Saturday afternoons spent in bed A nap became a perfect world inhabited by two Legs entwined, my head on your massive muscular chest, Warmed by your love We talked of everything and nothing “Let’s pretend we’re living in our truck,…
If I could have you back for one day… I’d hold you and never let go. I’d bask in your love I’d dance in your arms And tell you that I love you so. I’ll ask you to tell me stories Just to hear your deep voice again It’s been so awfully quiet Without you…
Dear Rick, I can’t stand it. I can’t stand that you’re not here with me. Yes, I’m proud of myself. I drove to Florida. But the pride doesn’t count for much when compared to the misery I’m feeling right now. Not seeing you in the chair next to me at sunset was devastating. You’re supposed…
Last night, I rewrote two words in the poem since he’s no longer simply “miles” away. Today, there was a beautiful picture of him in my Facebook memories and I thought – wow! – that will fit perfectly with the poem! So often, life offers these odd little gifts.
To Rick Distance cannot stop my love From seeking your heart’s strings. Our souls communicate past death, And mine to yours still sings. The great expanse of heavens Can’t keep our love apart. For still I feel you near me; I sense you in my heart. My mind’s eye beckons you at will. I see…
I wrote this poem when Rick and I had been dating for a little more than two months. He lived in Minnesota and was often in various parts of the country for his job. I sent it to him as part of an email message. He printed it and saved it, and I found it among…