(This is not a sad poem; it is about my love for my husband, and even though I miss him, our love was and is always joyous.)
Love, I met you
so unexpected
a life we built-
our fingers laced.
Daughters raised
Daughters loved
still together
still as one
our fingers laced.
Holding close
to love and dreams.
Love, I lost you
so unexpected
the life we built-
our spirits laced.
Daughters raised
Daughters loved
souls together
still as one
our spirits laced.
Holding close
to love and dreams.
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Comments: 34
You are very lucky to have experienced true love like this....many never do and spend their whole life searching. I believe that love like this transcends time and place and never really dies......
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*hugs
written from your heart I think. *smiles*
Life On The Reservation, Much appreciated.
a marvelous husband he was. That you're making it through
all the trials and I am so proud of you young lady, proud that
I have you as my friend Sheila, yes indeed!!
Hugs4U
Barbie