Fay Slimm




Ours was perhaps not love,
the sort that demands proof,
fervour which naught can drown,
the passion that willingly lays down
itself for another's approval no our own
was a closeness grown from nurture alone.  

Ours the keenness of separates
easily walking and talking together,
reaching for comfort from a kind hand
when hurts demanded an understanding,
yes ours was desire for friendship's corner,
of choices honoured with respect in its order.

Yet love was there, it grew
with care of each for each,
so in losing you, death too,
of a sort, took life from me.



  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. Yes, friendships and loves may not always be on a 'laying down your life' level. We know different people at different levels, some just as casual friends.

    • Fay Slimm

      My thanks to you Orchi.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful write Fay. Those friendships we have in our lives are so meaningful.

      • Fay Slimm

        Yes I agree with your words and thank you for the comment dear friend.

      • sylviasearcher

        What a beautiful tribute 😔

        • Fay Slimm

          Sincere thanks for your visit and comment Sylvia.

        • Neville

          a heart rending post if ever there was...
          such friendship assumes an almost sacred feel and not even death can change that feeling.......... a great poem here Fay...... N

          • Fay Slimm

            Thank you mon ami - - - -ever so....................... Fay

          • dusk arising

            Love in a none demanding, acceptance of mutual appreciation, comfort and 'like' is lacking only in the danger of a passion which is the savage abusive wrecker of so many pairings.
            Though familiarity may not acknowledge the underlying love until the familiar is no longer there and the joyousness which you exuded is extinuished. Like an empty fire grate which once was the heart of home comfort.

            I really felt the loss in this piece. Very moving. Encourages me to remain singleton.

            • Fay Slimm

              The warmth and fulfillment which a mutual agapé-love leaves fills the memory with pleasure that would never have been without it............... just my thoughts on your final line if this beautiful comment dear poet-friend........... thank you ever so much .

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Thanks FAY - ANGELA here ! (its 8:30 am Thursday !splendoured) AS the SONG says *Love is a many Splendoured" The mutual Love I have for BRIAN is EROS LOVE which enables us to give ourselves to aeach other completely & unreservedly ! The Love I have for You - and several other Members of MPS is PHILEO LOVE - Brotherly & Sisterly Love the same love I have for My Family & Brians Famly ! Then there is AGAPE LOVE - Spiritual Love I share with Jehovah & Jesus & The Holy Spirit. We also share AGAPE LOVE with Those Members who are *BELIEVERS* like Yourself - Orchii - Zion - Christina S etc etc. The Love between Believers is very very Spiritual & Precious.
              We must seek to spead LOVE & PEACE & YOU - throughout th Friends e World and be ENCOURAGERS and SUPPORTERS of all MPS MEMBERS ! Thanks for caring & sharing !

              Blessings & Peace & Love
              Your Friends in Agape Love
              ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡💙🧡

              • Fay Slimm

                Yes all three types of love are vital to happiness dear Angela - - indeed love has all three faces and more that we have yet to learn but if we can try to achieve some of its essence in all parts of our lives we will have found riches .............................. so pleased you enjoyed the read.

              • Suresh

                Love that graduates into friendship and transforms into companionship, is truly love indeed

                • Fay Slimm

                  A grand conclusion to reach and thank you Suresh - -love has traits which affect our happiness when they are tried. My thanks for your thoughtful comment.

                • Christina8

                  A beautiful poem and tribute Fay....wonderfully chosen words, how sometimes death can take life from you. So sorry......Christina

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