Walking up and down the hall
50 times a day
I do it because I know you can't
Walk down the hall to me
I hate the loneliness of the house
Now that you are in that room
That prison that keeps you from joining me
And keeps me in this gloom
I am sad and weary from that walk
But it's all worth while - to see your smile - as I make it through the door
xxxxxx
The rose is in my garden - a little out of focus!
6 comments:
That's beautiful ...
Indi ... you should post a tears and hanky warning at the head of your postings ... your poem just made me howl, but I know you are howling too, inside of you ...
... can I nominate you for some sort of courage Oscar ??
More hugs, love and prayers from me and the nuns winging their way to you and Himself. You need them so much.
Oh Indi, it says so very much, I can relate to that, and it is beutifully Written
Sybil
Indi,
After reading that my eyes are a little out of focus.
I am not walking beside you but I am following your journey by way of this blog, I don't know what to say - just hugs and prayers thats all I can offer. It isn't enough but maybe it helps a bit.
Yor NZ
Love and hugs to my darling sis and her courageous man. Love you both to bits. Anjo xxxxxxxxxxxxx
A smile costs nothing, but gives much-
It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever.
None are so rich that can get along without it-
And none are so poor but that can be made rich by it.
It enriches those who receive, without making poor those who give-
It creates sunshine in the home,
Fosters good will in business,
And is the best antidote for trouble-
And yet it cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is of no value
Unless it is given away.
Author Unknown
xoxoxo
Lexi
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