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Winter

Winter

Crisp cold mornings, 
they make me think of you. 

Your hair was always messy, 
and fell everywhere about your shoulders. 
Your eyes were windows into forever.
That is how long I wanted us to last. 
Yet, you are still a sweet remembrance.

That was our first time together. 
You know what I mean. 

The next holiday and all those that came after, 
were shared with small voices,
and here… “ever-afters”.
That was okay, I am here to say, 
I love you…
Each and every day. 

Then the house grew strangely quiet. 
Laughter left us with our children gone. 
Appointments to places where everyone wears white,
Each and every day. 

I want to go back to the beginning. 
I want to do it all again. 
I never got enough… of. 

What cost to my heart…?
It is cold.

Each
and
every 
day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Ashley Avatar
September 24, 2019 at 8:07 PM
The power of your emotion in your beautifully intimate and poignant poem moved me to tears, Ann. Such a haunting, potent and personal piece. Thank you for sharing your heart. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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September 25, 2019 at 10:26 AM
Sweet flowers at your doors step. Thank you for your comments. It was nice this morning to get up to. God give you a lovely day. Ann
Herrick Avatar
September 14, 2019 at 7:35 PM
So sorry Ann. Seems so cold still, how some people take things for granted and get to keep carrying on, while others are loving each other only to have it go away. I wish I had the answers.
Foster Avatar
September 25, 2019 at 10:25 AM
You are so very kind. Hugs. "He" is always beside us in the storm. Have the very nicest day. Ann
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