Fingers curled around my hand last night
No one was there of course
But it was real and felt just right
I wonder if my visitor will come again
To let me know
Exactly who it was that offered comfort so
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Lorna (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2021 04:52
- Category: Love
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You know who that was and he is still with you as my wife is still with me Lorna.
Andy
Sigh......
I'll try as often as I can, Lorna - but, you know, it's a fair old journey.....
Down under what I wonder??? So far......
Yes - but if the will is there....I'll concentrate tonight..
Problem - I may have to put aside some time during my day..............
mmmm Lorna... this brought something to me for I have known who reached out into my dreams and held my hand one more time.....
......the letting go was just as painful as the parting of reality.
This is kinda freaky in a good way.
ha ha! Thanks.....
Good write Lorna.
Ta Orchi!
(a great shorty!
thanks for sharing and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
'I too, smile
on the rare - occasions
that I wake up, with hiccups
in the middle of the night
deluding myself
into musing, who could be
thinking of me
while I'm busy, missing them
so desperately...'
I wonder why missing people keeps us so busy..... I think secretly it keeps them from not being there.
there's a lot to that;
by our side, deemed a nuisance
a little distance
and they're all that we need,
hmmm?
we, most beloved
of nature's, fickle creatures
What a wonderful emotional poem.
Thank you so much!
... this is one of those rare little gems that gives the reader goose-bumps ... in a nice way of course ................... N
There's always a comforting hand from the other side for us to hold.
🤝😇
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