"The kind hand extends, feeds such anticipation. Today everything is borrowed. And it follows you everywhere"
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I borrowed,
my smile for today,
from my memories of us.
How many times,
my friend,
did your hand,
reach out to caress
and soothe,
my weary soul.
Countless upon countless.
Touches of love
and tender kindness,
that kept me sane.
When the black, black dog came to my door.
For this
and so much,
more unspoken.
I thank you.
And in days to come.
When only memory is left,
to feed my grieving heart.
The touch of your life
on mine.
Will stand and lead me forth.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
"The kind hand extends, feeds such anticipation. Today everything is borrowed. And it follows you everywhere"
------------
I borrowed,
my smile for today,
from my memories of us.
How many times,
my friend,
did your hand,
reach out to caress
and soothe,
my weary soul.
Countless upon countless.
Touches of love
and tender kindness,
that kept me sane.
When the black, black dog came to my door.
For this
and so much,
more unspoken.
I thank you.
And in days to come.
When only memory is left,
to feed my grieving heart.
The touch of your life
on mine.
Will stand and lead me forth.
Napowrimo day 1
prompt; generated from a bibliomancy oracle
and is taken from,
“OPEN SOMETHING NEW FOR YOURSELF”
by Sheila Squillante
my poem written after meditating on the
quote is for and about Sue my friend who has end stage cancer.
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