Sunday, March 29, 2009

Walking Up and Down the Hall


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:

Daria said...

That's beautiful ...

Muderma said...

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.

Sybalan said...

Oh Indi, it says so very much, I can relate to that, and it is beutifully Written

Sybil

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

Love and hugs to my darling sis and her courageous man. Love you both to bits. Anjo xxxxxxxxxxxxx

lexi said...

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