Category: Love

Wish You Were Here

Reeds

So long you’ve been gone

It seems like just yesterday

When will my heart heal?

Oh how I wish you were here

To be together again

I wrote this eight years ago, eight months after my wife of forty two years passed away. I still think about her, and miss her, every day.

Grief isn’t something that goes away. It’s something you learn to live with. It’s a constant companion. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I used to worry that I was still grieving. But the gap created in your life with the passing of a dear loved one cannot be filled. It’s always there. You just learn to negotiate it.

And when the grief suddenly flares up, as it will, now and then, that’s okay too. The sudden memory, finding an old photo, a useless trinket obtained together when love made you silly, the wish that they were here. They all evoke memories that can bring tears. Let them flow. There’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s just proof that love is forever.

Love Never Fails

I know what you know.
I’m lacking perfection.
But I can still love.

Love conquers all things.
Love can keep us together.
Love never will fail.

Though seasons may pass,
And hair recedes or whitens.
Hearts grow more entwined.

Along life’s valleys,
Over mountains of worry,
Companionship thrives.

Till death us do part,
Or longer, if possible,
To share all our dreams.

That was the original poem I wrote in 2013. But just a few years later, I had to rewrite the last verse.

Till death did us part
But the dream still remains
To be lived all alone.

Be careful what you wish for

Barbed Wire Sunset

Anger that cannot be expressed in words of single syllables

Spoken with such venom as to frighten e’en the brave

Words, frustration-born and vicious, defamation in their wake

To punish those whose motives are only true and just

Speech that tolerates no mercy with honour cast aside

Respect a mere illusion the upright to deride

Assassinate the character of those who came to help

Creating phantom sickness to cover true intent

Wild accusations flying ‘gainst those who came to rescue

Whose only “crime” is caring, who saved you from yourself

A soap box, neatly positioned to spout specious arguments

Before so-called friends, while victims stay publicly silent,

Protecting the integrity of those dishonouring them

And of those who would suffer most

And why?

Perhaps a need to justify a conscience seared with sin

Perhaps because of jealousy barely hidden deep within

Perhaps because of knowing the ignored advice was wise

Perhaps because the innocent are unable to defend themselves

Brazen conduct masquerades as indignation

Against the protectors of future generations

A challenge thrown down to those who turn the other cheek

Be careful what you wish for, oh would-be assassin

You might just get it

And who will you hide behind, then?

Scent of summer honeysuckle

Scent of summer honeysuckle
Mixed with early morning dew
Stimulating all my senses
Cannot e’er compete with you

Walk with me in moonlight’s splendour
Where the honeysuckle grows
Watch the sunrise o’er the mountain
Bathing all in tender glow

Let us listen to the chorus
Of the morning birds in song
Singing out of love’s contentment
Oh may our love last that long

And, as all the world is stirring
Let us simply slip away
To our restful, peaceful garden
Till the morning turns to day

Oh, my love, may you feel comfort
In my arms may you find bliss
Sleep, awhile, in summer’s dawning
There to dream of love’s first kiss