Poem -
Out on the pier
We are walking. Out on the pier
It is dusk. The wind is in a frenzy
Whipping up the waves
laying white foam before usĀ
like a late snow which
We never get anyway
It is pleasantĀ Invigorating
I wonder why we didn't do
This whilst you were still alive
It's nice to do it now
Even if we're both
A little more dead
M ~
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Comments
The bracing wind definitely does something to the soul xx
'Down by the Sea.' I wish that it was me. Lovely Verse.
And the wind whispered his name!
A big hug, BĀ
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So very painful, the very wish that you were walking with him will never leave you, this is beautiful grief, as I know all so well. š¹
This made me shiver to high heaven .. and although that is but an old saying me ma used to say .. it flippin well applies here & truly x
Grateful for the small things are we who have lost so much. Or never had it to miss