I had come to the turning point,
The turning point of my daily walk,
My walk along My River.
As I waited taking in the scenery
A lady I had walked passed,
Also stopped.
She too had met her turning point,
The turning point of her walk.
So instead of returning at speed
I walked with her,
And we talked.
We talked of many things,
And of coincidences.
Her husband was in a Nursing Home
He had dementia,
As My Lover had.
So we spoke of that awful disease,
Spoke from experience of living,
Living with one who has the problem.
But then we moved on,
Moved to talk of the wonder,
The wonder of nature,
And being allowed to walk with it.
We both felt the glory around us
As we walked with Our River,
Until we parted,
Back into our separate lives.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On my daily walk by My River I came to the place where i turn round and a lady stopped as well, she too was turning round and instead of speed walking back I walked back with her and we talked. The video is from an album that I came across yesterday on the radio.
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Initially, I imagine, there's a reassuring comfort in meeting a fellow traveller along life's highways of devastating experiences when you can share mutually experienced recent history. But I wonder what feelings one is left with on returning home, reflecting over a cup of coffee.... Reading your words today it's is the after effect, the unspoken bit, which tugs at me Goldfinch. There's more than one piece of verse to be written therein.
So true d a, the reflection afterwards was very deep, but the feeling while we spoke was quite reassuring but as you know my lover is still with me in my mind and heart.
Andy
What did you think of the Gil Evans piece i presented with my posting 'what love will do?'
Very good, I’ve listened to some of his works before but never really listened to much - so much music so little time.
Andy
A fine write Gold. On occasions I have met people, usually when I have stopped, resting at a bridge for example.
Erm, I saw someone walking backwards with shopping one day. Bit tricky to have a chat with them! In practice for the ' Annual Walking Backwards Half-Marathon?!'
I think i was last year or maybe the year before when a man did the London Marathon running backwards.
Andy
To be able to meet one who understands through experience is a sure blessing dear Andy -- true friendships are made of sharing good times and bad.
Thank you Fay, very true.
Andy
A good write GF. Little things in life make all the difference, even talkkng to strangers who realky arent that much different in the end
Thank you SC, yes those little things can mean so much at the time.
Andy
Like your poem very much Goldie! Meeting somebody by chance who is going through the same hardship one went through just shows that we are not alone. And helping that other person might lighten our own load maybe just a little bit. Well written!
Thank you Fred, yes talking to others, even strangers who have gone through similar problems can be helpful.
Andy
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