in observing my nighttime
sky
his description flows through my
mind,
my eyes.
the love he has for
existence
and all of those surrounding
him
encourages my
heart,
even if I’m not the
priority.
does he feel the lifeline
between us,
and the ablity he has to
strengthen.
Twilight, enter me
slowly,
fill my eyes.
Reflect.
Allow the glow created
to sustain
my affection.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful Audrey.
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Thanks, Holly
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THE ONE
Remember you are
The one and only
Utterly unique
Remember you are
Yes, the one for whom
You were created
Remember yourself
Especially when
You are forgotten
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You’ve inspired me with this poem, Ben. Wistful feelings…
Thank you for the beautiful poetic reminder. Those last three lines hug a broken heart well.
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And if I don’t know how to recover from a broken heart then I don’t know how does. 🙂
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My heart goes out to you. Hate that you’ve been through “the program”.
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Thank you but worry not, Audrey. It was many years ago and was in the most important ways a great gift.
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Right, and I agree, we do learn some very important lessons through change and heartache.
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Delicately beautiful, Audrey. The last lines, beginning with “Twilight…” are achingly exquisite. The entire poem resonates with me.
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I have to say the lyrical portion of this poem made me sigh, too. I’m thrilled your poetic eye felt it, too. Thank you, Betty. ♡
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Amazing poem.
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I appreciate you saying so, Anthony.
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‘…the lifetime between us…’ ah yes, that’s the real issue
Fine indeed, Audrey
Always
jf
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*tears* Yes, exactly, jf.
You honor me with your talented eye.
Always.
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Glad your day ended in a beautiful way.
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This sort of ending gives one strength to try another day.
Thanks, C
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I will give you what I have advised elsewhere. Corny and silly to be fair but it is true and (especially around young folks) it seems useful.
“Today is the tomorrow we discussed yesterday. Use it wisely and enjoy it because, by tomorrow, it will be yesterday.”
Don’t forget to twirl today ma’am. I’m told it’s how girls have fun.
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Your quote makes me miss true grownup bedtime talk.
Me? Twirl? Now that’s a sight.
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Maybe you won’t twirl today but you might fidget!
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Might, maybe, possibly…! Something about Wednesday.
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Be patient, the day isn’t over yet ma’am.
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Wednesdays are the longest day of the week. It’s official.
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Hopefully you had a good long day.
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A few moments stood out, C. Thank you
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Beautiful prayer, Audrey.
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…that’s how this poem felt to me, as well, John. Your understanding means so much.
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Enduring love is not like the first glow. Love that lasts survives slogging through all kinds of problems, especially that we humans are deeply flawed. But we always remember the glow of new love as it’s sumptuous and does indeed sustain us.
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There is so much beauty in slogging through, Shari. Occasional showers of the glow strengthens a bond. Thank you for reading me, my friend.
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Gorgeous sunset(?), Audrey, and lovely words to accompany it. Both hopeful and promising the best is yet to come!
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Yes, a sunset, Debbie. I was on my way to dinner when I stopped to get this photo. Hope you are well, friend.
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