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Home Is Where The Heart Is

When the rain rages fiercely upon the window panes, through a cold howling wind sending ice through my veins, rarely do ever I feel so alone, as when missing you here in the place we called home. Sometimes it seems I can still feel you here. To this old faithful heart you are still ever near. But now it's not warm in our bed on your side. No sheltering arms from the storms can I hide. For so many years you've been holding my hands, with a promise of faith in our gold wedding bands. Now, I can't feel the warmth of your soft soothing touch, reassuring my heart how you loved me so much. To the last minutes end I was right there with you, praying to God he'd again pull you through. I, above all, knew just how hard you'd try. Still, deep in my heart, knew you're ready to die. Letting you go was the hardest to do. Nothing makes sense in my life without you. So many expressions of emptiness sighed, I find myself wishing to be by your side. Understanding your readiness when it's my time, I pray yours and Gods hands are reaching for mine. When I get to there with you, never alone. To eternally live in the place we'll call home. -Jeannie Minor

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/9/2016 4:11:00 PM
I really liked your poem.
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Date: 3/9/2016 6:14:00 PM
Thank you, Pam. I appreciate the visit and the comment.
Date: 2/20/2016 7:28:00 PM
I knew from the title, I would not be disappointed, and well, , I sure wasn't, beautiful poem!
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 2/20/2016 10:03:00 PM
Thank you, Arthur. So glad you stopped by. I do appreciate the visit and comment.
Date: 2/19/2016 5:08:00 PM
This is a beautifully sad expression of love. The realization that even after the body is gone that love will always linger. Grief and trepidation of one moving on without their mate. Expressed well with great rhyming phrases and deep emotion. A7
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 2/19/2016 8:12:00 PM
Thank you my friend. Whenever I receive high praise from you and Silent, I feel like I did something great! I respect and admire the both of you so very much!
Date: 2/19/2016 9:08:00 AM
lovely but inspiring piece Jeannie, really tugs at the heart so much. the rhyme's so nice . Your first line becomes so real here as I look out of the window the rain hammers on the window at present. have blessed day, Gordon
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 2/19/2016 9:33:00 AM
Thank you , Gordon. Not sure how the reply to Billy ended up on your comment, sorry.I appreciate your visit and the comment.
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Jeannie Amos
Date: 2/19/2016 9:30:00 AM
Thank you, Billy. I hope it moves the reader to cherish each precious day!