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Ernestine Dianetti Poem
Water Draws Near
The rush of a wave in the ocean, the babble of a creek, the stillness in a pond and warm wet cords of relief in the shower, water draws near. It’s the Living Water that took me here today, to tell you all I wish I could have said back then. To tell you how many of our moments I recall in the car, Kathryn with Catherine. Treasures made of Gold. As the water draws near rain frozen to snow thawed for in time of dew. It speaks to me in its muffling rushing way, in its silence in the still cool refreshment. Water draws near my face, I think of you it washes over me when I swim, engulfing the entirety of my skin. There I stand as the spray hits my face in the wind, I can hear you calling. Much is my same voice, two we were but single as one in the Living Water. As water draws near, I try to catch it in my hands but it pools and swirls, falling over the side’s dashes to the ground, me next in humble stance. I speak your name, you look back and wonderful water draws near I see you there floating on a cloud, water drawn around you, you smile and say my name back, I tilt my head back and there it is, the water draws near.
Ernestine Dianetti 2022
Copyright © Ernestine Dianetti | Year Posted 2025
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Ernestine Dianetti Poem
There you will be
If I could step a foot into eternity and reach open the door there you would be, waiting for me. Paws that waited what seemed an eternity to you. Ready and up you go jumping on my legs, tail wagging, you would entice me with your glistening eyes, your velvet ears and soft warm coat saying mama come with me, I have so much to show you. There we would go, there you would be, guiding me like a scout through glorious trails that led to that garden. The garden that welcomes the rainbow bridge passengers. We stop at your butterfly bush, your whiskers winking in excitement as the butterflies make their descend to your nose. We reluctantly leave, but excited to move on and see more. There you will be with me leading me down to the river. The river I heard about in song, the river of the water of life. We stop and breathe in the breath of heaven. Its refreshing to our souls. Again, you jump up on my legs as if to alert me, I look and walking, and whistling are Uncle and Grandpa. You wait for them to sit, they stroke your forehead, smile and begin to speak to you, and you answer back. I stand there frozen in awe and in earths time. This language I yet cannot speak, it is not my time to be here yet, so earth bound I am again. I wake up and realize I am still here, and you are there, but you left me with eternal hope. You left me with Angel dreams. There you will be by the river, waiting for me, oh the talks we will have.
Copyright © Ernestine Dianetti | Year Posted 2025
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Ernestine Dianetti Poem
Foggy Window
Today I heard you breathing, I closed my eyes, and I could see you there so clearly. Fogging up the window until I rolled it down. You were there, ears flapping in the wind, your smile and that nose, that nose, breathing in all the smells. You were there so happy. So happy to just be. You were happy to be with us, in the car, being just family. Didn’t matter about the destination, it was just simply time together. I can feel your breath on me, I can hear you so loud in my mind, I see your breath fogging up the window, I roll it up and down as if you would show up in person. I roll it up and down, knowing it’s all just memories now. I see the foggy window and I smile. I know once again you are with me, ears flapping in the wind, your smile and that nose, that nose, breathing in all the smells. You sit back down and look at us as if to say, What adventure today? You are ready, and so are we, just a happy family. Just Happy and Family.
Ernestine Dianetti 2020
Copyright © Ernestine Dianetti | Year Posted 2025
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Ernestine Dianetti Poem
You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a second to take a breath in and open your eyes and then close them again. You came through with life abounding in a full glass of happiness, a full glass of possibilities, a full glass of hope of never giving up, never knowing the glass would be empty one day. That is what we hold now, the empty glass that was so full of you. We turn our attention to that quiet and refreshing spring breeze as there you will live on forever. It will be in the times when life drains and the glass seems to ready itself in toppling over, we hold it firm and pour more until it becomes full. In doing so, not because we are all knowing because that is what you taught us. Your legacy will be of blue-sky eyes and a golden shining heart. It will be a legacy with a vessel so full you couldn’t help but get poured upon in your presence. No more days under the sun with you, but an eternity filled with your quiet, refreshing gentle spring breeze. Ah, Eternity the word itself evokes never-ending sunshine, so it is where you came from and where you always belonged. We were the ones so fortunate to stop that breeze that came our way and hold it in our time and space, knowing a breeze must flow and move on, so we will let you go for now, but in standing amongst the joy of spring, the birds singing, the flowers blooming, winter far away from its dreary wear, there you will be quiet and refreshing with blue sky eyes looking at us smiling because the glass is full.
Copyright © Ernestine Dianetti | Year Posted 2025
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