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Missing You, Wanting You .. forever
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Missing You, Wanting You .. forever |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
My own dear heart, part of me How confusing it can be Continuing in missing you I have no grasp on reality Wanting rather how it should be Entangled in simply missing you Wanting you Needing to Hold you one more time One more time would evolve Into a forever time For these arms that held you From the moment there was you Cannot let you go Acid rain falls down my cheeks My gaping wounded heart continues to beat The same beat Missing you, wanting you Forever.. and always .. Pepper "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown a note for ya'll.. yesterday, for no apparent reason at all.. I found myself sobbing again.. and repeating over and over... I just want to hold you... "one more time"... I suppose it is the fact that it was her son's birthday October 9th.. or the fact that the holidays are coming up... or simply the fact that having lost a child a part of you is also truly lost.. forever... trying to make sense of it, however.. does not make sense.. it simply is |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Let Evening Come Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn. Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come. To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come. Jane Kenyon |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
ya think???? There is comfort in remembering We flip through picture albums Glad to have them Musing, musing, remembering Sometimes laughing, crying too We watch VCR tapes, now a treasure For there we are, you are Caught in film We can see you With this blessed technology We can even hear you but we cannot hold you Some losses are comfortless Pepper |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
There are things in life that we must endure which are all but unendurable, and yet I feel there is a great goodness. Why, when there could have been nothing, is there something? This is a great mystery. How, when there could have been nothing, does it happen that there is love, kindness, beauty? Jane Kenyon |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing of a dear place within your heart...hugs...James |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
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