Unfold the scrolls of time
those unforgiving years,
you’ll still see me here,
sitting through the haunted night
full of wind and rain.
Shadows in the transient light
shall forever chain
my heart to yours,
wishing for your hand in mine.
All humankind’s ideas
come tapping at my mind
in prose or wondrous rhyme.
I’ll not touch a pen nor keys,
instead this page my burning tears
will brand with amaranthine stains
the love that used to sing in me;
a logbook of my inner pain,
wishing for your hand in mine.
Comments
What a sincere longing
hopeful ma'am
Thank you, lovedly. I really
Thank you, lovedly. I really do long to hold my late husband's hand. I have faith that I will do so in Heaven, along with the rest of my family, friends and pets!
All the best, Gracy
ma'am
do read my
Beyond Beyond
may be I am wrong
Your Hand in Mine
Hi, Gracy,
'...a logbook of my inner pain, wishing for your hand in mine.' Very tender.
Thank you,
L
Thank you, Lavender. Yes, I
Thank you, Lavender. Yes, I like that line myself. I wrote this poem some time after my husband died. A big hug and stay safe, Gracy
Thank you, kind gentleman,
Thank you, kind gentleman, for your honorable comments. Faith keeps me going, I'm not a church goer religious, but I do pray by myself to my lost loved ones. I don't think this world and all living beings appeared by chance. Some mind is behind it all, maybe not as perfect as we are led to believe, but hazard would not bring about the universe. When we meet our Creator face to face, we'll understand by his Light, but not rationally. All will be revealed.
I'm glad you stopped by with your always intelligent commentaries. Stay well, Gracy
Hi Terry, what a compliment,
Hi Terry, what a compliment, thank you. A "gracious pen hand"...wow. Yes, this is a sort of personal therapy, writing about my late husband helps me to get the sadness out of my heart. He had dementia for 15 years, it was so sad to watch a competent physician, psychologist and poet/essayist to "lose it" way too soon, in his early sixties.
You also have that gracious pen hand you so kindly apply to me. Thanks for passing by and encouraging me during these dark days. All the best, Gracy
sad Gracy Ma'am
do read my poem
Inspired by you
Well it is sad though
but memories
never ever go
Hello lovedly, thanks for
Hello lovedly, thanks for reading and commenting my poem. I've already commented on yours, which is striking, straight to the heart. Memories live with us forever so long as our mind is in good health. My late husband had dementia for 15 years, so my therapy was to write about what I felt and observed during those long and painful years. I'll be posting some soon.
Stay safe, God bless you and your family, Gracy
Ma'am Gracy
you are a gracious poetess
I know
your hubby was extremely lucky
to have in you
a sweetest lively wifey
hard to find
in the modern hurricane like breeze
where love is nothing
but it does cease
about a lover's
incurable disease
hold him for ever
in high esteem
Dang Grace
It has been a VERY long time since a poem nearly drove me to tears. The very idea of outliving my life's love is too horrible to contemplate. I am sorry you have had to endure that fate.I have no suggestions for your poem
Thank you, Ma'am lovedly, for
Thank you, Ma'am lovedly, for your nice comments. Those were hard years, seeing my husband deteriote before my eyes. I've said it a dozen times, so won't repeat, except to say that the dementia lasted 15 years or so. Meanwhile, I got Fibromyalgia, which hurts horribly. Nowadays it's a lot better, since I've become vegetarian.All meats disgust me, so it was not a rational choice, just happened and I'm glad it did. My health in general is far better, even my thyroid became stable, altho' it never needed medication.
I hold Carlos in high esteem in my heart, be sure of that. I believe that one day we will reunite with our lost loved ones in Heaven.
All the best, Gracy
May you
I shall escort you as a brother
though my voice appears like one's sister
LOL
Ma'am
brother me
Hello sister lovedly, I shall
Hello sister lovedly, I shall escort you as a sister, not a Ma'am! Bless you and take care, Gracy
Thank you very much for your
Thank you very much for your comments, scribbler. I've outlived both my spouses, so yes, it's very sad. I'm at peace because I have faith that I will meet them in Heaven one day, perhaps not far away, as Revelations appears to be happenning already, with fear, pestilence, war and Death now with us.
Sorry my poem brought you to tears, it's my therapy to write this sort of poetry. Will be sharing more soon, so bring out the tissues.
All the best, Gracy