Michael J. Falotico Poet Light Verse

Everlasting Soup

When we walked away ,and the last words were said...
Did you know my eyes swelled up as sadness filled my head...
We both knew this day would come as our hands let go...
But these eyes aren't cold and my heart needed a tow...
We used each other as a step stool to the stars and moon...
Never forgetting these times although we let it go like a balloon...
You will never know how you were the light in the dark and my day...
Far apart we will be, only our memories and songs stay in dreams today...
I can only hope I have given you the same, my smile and eyes that come 
back to you when you sit and remember...
Then again you know any day the soup is served with my life and dreams
for you to taste and ponder...

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Verlecia Fields November 21, 2010 at 11:06 PM Thank you for your comment on "Tears on Black Water" I found myself stopping to remember and taste some of my sweeter memories ~ as i read you poem and i am smiling because it nice to see that someone else likes to ponder too.

Poet Destroyer A November 18, 2010 at 12:51 PM And the pen keeps flowing Michael, enjoyed the way you shared your warm soup with us.. I sure enjoy the flavor of words you have poured on us. Have a nice one,..p.d.

Margeret Bailey November 16, 2010 at 5:56 PM Sweet poem

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 8, 2010 at 6:01 AM Deep and emotionally charged Michael.. a great impact on one's life as read in your lines.. u are a great friend always there for others.. one who can be counted on.. everlasting soup for sure.. luv.. enjoyed this special write for sure.. J.G. always..

Kim Hilliker November 7, 2010 at 7:04 AM Nicely written poem. Sad and hopeful at the same time.

James Fraser November 6, 2010 at 3:10 PM Your warm heart radiates through your words Michael, and this piece is no exception >> James :)

Eamon Duffin November 6, 2010 at 2:30 PM Hi Michael. Thanks for comment. Loved this clever work. The soup is a lot of things to a lo of people. Thanks, Eamon

Carol Sunshine Brown November 6, 2010 at 9:33 AM Stopping by today to thank you for your kind comments. Have a wonderful weekend and keep your pen flowing. Always a pleasure to read your poetry Michael. Love,Carol

Sharon Ruebel November 6, 2010 at 9:28 AM Oh wow Michael, This goes to my favorites, you have written here what my heart has been feeling for the longest time. Thank you for sharing this. As Always, Shar

Wilma Neels November 6, 2010 at 7:07 AM I just love your last line Michael.. This whole write of yours rings to true.... Take your time with the mail, no rush ;) love Wilma

Constance La France November 6, 2010 at 6:26 AM Th soup has been a stepping stool for me also, I began a girl who wrote poetry that was okay, and now, I am a girl who writes poetry~~ I think your poem is just wonderful, and really reflects the journey we are all on, lots to ponder~~

Dr Hitendra Mehta November 6, 2010 at 6:21 AM Michael ......Used each other as step stool....soup is served... nice play with words. Thnx for reading & commenting on my work "Senate after Spiritual awakening" . Luv/Best wishes..........Hitendra Mehta

De R November 6, 2010 at 5:33 AM A very lovely poem, Michael:) Loved the last line 'Then again you know any day the soup is served with my life and dreams for you to taste and ponder...' ..Great poem, my friend:) Hugs, Emilia:)