L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

Memories In Reprise

I hear her calling to me softly 
Her gentle voice is like a spring breeze
Wafting on the scent of fresh lilac,
A lifetime of memories in a reprise

Her gentle voice is like a spring breeze
Whispering my name from heaven’s portal
A lifetime of memories in a reprise
Assuring me that life goes on, immortal

Wafting on the scent of fresh lilac
I inhale her essence; I know she is there
For her presence lingers effervescent,
I reach to run my fingers through her hair

A lifetime of memories in the reprise,
Every waking moment I draw her near
Reliving all those special times we shared
Savoring all the best with Deborah, my dear.

Written November 21, 2022

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Tom Cunningham November 21, 2022 at 3:19 PM I feel the pain in your verse Milton, but you have many happy memories of your dear wife Deborah. Holiday times especially, can be quite emotional as you reflect on those happy times you spent together. Tom L Milton Hankins November 21, 2022 at 7:22 PM Thank you so much for your understanding and thoughtful comment. I appreciate you, Tom.

Jenna Logan November 21, 2022 at 2:38 PM Your thoughts drift closer to you now, Milt. I wish I could ease some of your grief, but I'm hoping writing about her helps you through this season. It's a very lovely Quatrain. L Milton Hankins November 21, 2022 at 2:52 PM Thanks, Jenna. It has hit me harder this year than ever before. I don't know why.