Jeff Morehead Poet Rhyme

The Talk

The Talk

I walked the path I often do,
On my way to seeing you.
Winter’s rain had played a part,
For the ground is muddy as I start.
Gone are the green, violet and blue,
Gone are the flowers that once grew.
Not deterred, I continue to walk,
Looking forward to our private talk.
Grey clouds block the light,
As my destination comes in sight.
On the ground I plant my feet,
Bend over and take a seat.
I talk; you listen, better than most,
You’re always the perfect host.
I talk about work, I talk about life,
I talk about your grandson, and my wife.
I talk about mom and your home,
And all the children that closely roam.
And as the time quickly flies,
I dry the tears from my eyes.
I say goodbyes and try to brave,
Leaving your earthly grave.
Although my feet walk away,
My heart always tends to stay.

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James Foulk April 21, 2011 at 12:13 PM a great moving and heart felt piece. it is good to talk, good to remember a love one you have lost, the heart will mend itself, when it is ready. thank you for commenting on Little Flower and for your support my friend.

Dawn Gordon April 20, 2011 at 5:08 PM yes good post..but dont always use your feet to escape things...someone will never be happy if they keep using replacement as a form instead of coping, dealing and speaking

Judy Riley April 20, 2011 at 2:31 PM Wonderful warm poetry. I visit my Husbands grave and talk to him all the time. The closeness and emotions is felt here with your poem. Thanks for , sharring JudyAR