William Darnell Sr Poet Personification

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My wife long-ago past now, and still, I yearn for her touch, her smell, her feel. I sit and talk with her, silently, as if she were standing or sitting right beside me. I remember how we would walk in the meadows and lose track of time. 

Such joy, her memory, the smells of perfume, like the wildflowers in the meadows or lilacs, lavender.

Meadows of Green

Meadows of Green

In these meadows of green, 
The flowers so bright.
The kids are a joy,
They're playing, and this is a delight.

We walk in the pasture,
With thoughts being right.
We stop for a hug,
But it sure feels right we're a sight.

We talk with each other,
We cover our fears.
Our hearts are together,
Love is having some tears.

We talk with each other,
All the day long.
Holding hands with the flowers,
Making life, being strong.

Our love never fades,
Our hearts are so true.
Oh, how I love you,
How can it turn blue?

In those Meadows of Green,
That we used to walk through.

R.I.P., Shannon, I love you!

Updated 4/21/2023

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Kim Rodrigues July 2, 2019 at 11:11 AM A beautiful write! “Holding hands with the flowers” Those final four go together perfectly! Simpl-y beautiful! William Darnell Sr July 2, 2019 at 8:54 PM Thank you again Kim. Your warm regards are very encouraging! Best wishes... William