Two very lonely posts this morning, Sharron. Lovely and melancholy. That lonesome void when someone is gone forever is a slow eroding burn in the heart. But it's nice when the burn is from love and not from unhealed wounds.
So beautifully written - Thank you so much. It's especially poignant as, this morning, for the first time since my wife died, in my early morning quasi sleep state, I blindly reached over to pat her on the thigh - just desperately hoping.
I remember this vignette, Sharron and the imagery of the low winter sun and the white curtains and the breeze off the water. I'd like to think that Katy is in that breeze, giving you permission to put on that tattered red sweater.
Nah. I am keeping it just the way she left it. I bought her a couple of lovely sweaters that just sat in the drawer. She wanted the old red one. Thank you, again, Kate.
She is there. She is in you, She is in the Gulch, outside among the flowers that are only in our memories. She is in the stories you tell. She is in the children and grandchildren, and 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 grandchildren. She is in the scent of rose geraniums. And forever in our hearts. 🌹
I am writing as fast as I can, KC! I wish she were here to get in on the stories I tell about her. She would love to know that I actually listened to her tales all those years.
Beautiful poem. It's pretty awesome that you still picture her there in that red sweater, still living in what is still her room. This warms the heart. Great post, Sharron.
I experience your words here Sharron alot like that soft breeze, and breath, and memory - even though many things in life are invisible, they can still be felt. Wonderfully captured.
The pleasure was all mine Sharron - I'm not getting online as much as I would like these days, my wife is 8 months pregnant now, and we're getting busy! But when I do get online, its always a pleasure to get caught up with you and your work ;)
Spirits return after prays spoken , see the love and return to them. They will be there in your presence to guide you.
It sounds to me that your mother is back, and that she lives through you.
Thank you, Ron. I do hear her in some of my words.
Beautiful, heartfelt writing Sharron. - Jim
Thank you, Jim, for reading my 🌿Leaves. I appreciate your comments.
Your loss and pain are palpable….
I think they do not go away, Wade. They are not supposed to go away, just be accommodated...
Two very lonely posts this morning, Sharron. Lovely and melancholy. That lonesome void when someone is gone forever is a slow eroding burn in the heart. But it's nice when the burn is from love and not from unhealed wounds.
Thank you for saying that, Sue. You are always very kind.
"But it's nice when the burn is from love and not from unhealed wounds." So very true.
Love need not ever die.
That's right. Love is love, an "ever-fixéd mark", Shakespeare called it.
So beautifully written - Thank you so much. It's especially poignant as, this morning, for the first time since my wife died, in my early morning quasi sleep state, I blindly reached over to pat her on the thigh - just desperately hoping.
Oh, I do understand that, Mark, so many small, empty spaces . I still hear my mom's little slippers padding around the house at night...
I remember this vignette, Sharron and the imagery of the low winter sun and the white curtains and the breeze off the water. I'd like to think that Katy is in that breeze, giving you permission to put on that tattered red sweater.
I keep it out, hanging on a hook. Just to let her know that I haven't tossed it out when she wasn't looking.
AAAAaaaaghhhhhh..
Its ok to mend that sweater.
Every stitch is contact.
Nah. I am keeping it just the way she left it. I bought her a couple of lovely sweaters that just sat in the drawer. She wanted the old red one. Thank you, again, Kate.
Yes. Better choice )))
She is there. She is in you, She is in the Gulch, outside among the flowers that are only in our memories. She is in the stories you tell. She is in the children and grandchildren, and 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 grandchildren. She is in the scent of rose geraniums. And forever in our hearts. 🌹
Aw, now you've made me cry. I swear I can be reduced to an 8 year old girl by just a few sweet words. Thank you, Sharon.
So very beautiful, Sharron. Gosh. Our loved ones remain in so many ways after. xxx
They sure do. Thank you, Rebecca.
Lovely, Sharron! And beautifully read, though I don’t always have time for audio listening. 💚
Thanks so. much, Jack! I am just experimenting with the voice overs. The verdict is still out.
And you were there . . . I know that wish.
Beautiful and touching, Sharron. Thanks to you, she never left, but lives on in your Katy stories.
I am writing as fast as I can, KC! I wish she were here to get in on the stories I tell about her. She would love to know that I actually listened to her tales all those years.
Beautiful poem. It's pretty awesome that you still picture her there in that red sweater, still living in what is still her room. This warms the heart. Great post, Sharron.
Oh, Parker, you are very kind. Thank you.
I experience your words here Sharron alot like that soft breeze, and breath, and memory - even though many things in life are invisible, they can still be felt. Wonderfully captured.
Conor, thank you so much for reading my little tribute, and for your kind comment. I love to hear from you.
The pleasure was all mine Sharron - I'm not getting online as much as I would like these days, my wife is 8 months pregnant now, and we're getting busy! But when I do get online, its always a pleasure to get caught up with you and your work ;)