Sycamore Breeze

When Sycamore Leaves feel the Breeze the seeds fall forth...

She saw the Stars dance across the Milky Way... 

she felt his presence every Summer's day... 

His blue eyes held Secrets of pleasure and 

untold lullabies of thunder and tender touches... 

When the wind blew gently through the Sycamore tree 

across the southern shore, she knew his words... 

       Je t' adore... forevermore ... 

Dedicated to Zuella and Elliott... they grew up together as 

their Mothers were best friends... they went through school 

together... they married after high school and 

had two sons and (a daughter who had two sons).  

They will always be sweethearts together....   

p.s. At age 67, Elliott had a heart transplant of a 37 year old 

young man...  the heart lasted sixteen years and at the age of 84 years, 

Elliott passed... but his seeds were scattered under the Sycamore.  

    

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a great poem with a memorable story! Wow! I love sycamores & it's pretty breezy here all the time, so I very much relate to your Sycamore Breeze! I am also of the mind that such caresses from nature feel as if they are coming from a departed loved one, an angel that follows us around & keeps us company. The long history these two enjoyed together is something I cannot imagine, so I thank you for sharing & infusing your poem with the spirit of their devotion (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... Sycamore trees have quite a history. Your review has touched my heart. I have spent many hours talking with Zuella, as we both waited for our husbands to have their dialysis three times a week. She told me how Elliott took her to the Prom and later that summer how she wore her prom dress as her wedding dress. When Elliott finished his dialysis, she always embraced him as though they were newly wed. I told her I had memorized her life as she told many many stories over and over of their life. She is so lost now.
Wishing you summer days filled with Sycamore breezes. Hugs, Pat

[barleygirl]

Thank you for this beautiful share (((HUGS)))

[Patricia Wedel]

And thank you for giving my poem that golden dust that only comes from trust. truly, Pat

[Samuel Dickens]

Wow. The poem and the explanation together are just magnificent. What a story! Zuella and Elliot had such a life. (And he, an unforgettable end) Surely, their spirits will one day inhabit the universe.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Samuel... Your review of Sycamore Breeze has touched my heart. I do believe our Spirit lives on when we pass on. It is lovely to feel that someday we may know the secrets of the Universe. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely write on the fragility of one’s life which is truly that a gift.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... I appreciate your reading "Sycamore Breeze" about the life of Zuella and Elliott. My regrets for the delay to thank you for your tender review. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

What a title, poem and story. Indroduced with love and infused with passion. Love is the ultimate gift one can give and receive. You have that tree planted into eternal soil.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... I had the privilege to read my poem to Zuella from my Apple Pro computer recently, She said that she was impressed, and seemed to delight in the tender touch of Elliott depicted in the poem. I will print out a copy for her. Their life and romance is planted in eternal soil. Thank you for your passionate review. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome.

[Robert Trakofler]

Memorial Memory shared in a breathing breeze lulling rhythm and rhyme this is all love and lovely to read aloud! Really enjoyed the flow in this one Patricia and the sentiment

[Patricia Wedel]

dear bunny... the Sycamore tree has boughs of ever after... to gather the sighs of loved ones we hold dear. Thank you for feeling the breeze through the trees. As ever, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

Sometimes it’s the short sweet ones that grab you the most!

[Patricia Wedel]

thank you bunny... for your sense of perpetuity and holding on forever... Amen ... truly, Pat

[R.E. Ray]

Patricia, I’m so grateful you placed the “real story” after your poem. I had images and thoughts after reading the poem, but the story gave your poem faces, hearts and evidence of long-lasting love. A wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear R.E. your review is touching like the stars with sacred memories. I know Zuella is lost, and I am hoping she will understand that love is a gift that keeps on giving. Every review is like a prayer that
she will continue to nourish that memory. truly, Pat

[LitStar]

sharp, vivid write

a colorful, melodic expression



thanks for sharing

[Patricia Wedel]

dear LitStar... poems are filled with melodies and
colors of flowers. Thank you for stopping by to leave your notes of lovely persuasion. truly, Pat

[LitStar]

it was an honor

[LE Berry]

A breeze listened to though any tree is much like a human voice. What a nice comparison of remembrance...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear LE... we seem to have more breezes this year than ever before. We are living in a special time when hearts and minds are drawn to the sounds of the wind ... "where have all the flowers gone...
blowing in the wind". Amen

[LE Berry]

Agreed Patricia. Solace is found around us...

[Einstein Noodle]

well done Pat! tender sentiments and tribute to your friends ... I hope that Zuella is doing well :(
thank you for sharing your poem .. love those Sycamores!!! and for sharing Elliot and Zuella's story

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... your heartfelt wishes will be a blessing to share. I have known this elderly couple for a short time, but their love has left me with a gift that I wear on my shoulder. Prayers for her that she will hear his voice in the wind as it passes through the sycamore. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

i'm with you in that Pat :( ..... i do hope she does well through her loss .... it can be so very difficult

[Patricia Wedel]

With grandchildren to love, she may find strength that only comes from love and many prayers.
read moreWith grandchildren to love, she may find strength that only comes from love and many prayers.
thank you E...

[Neville]

an amazing account of an amazing life recounting a series of amazing events that followed in the wake of an amazing unselfish gift to another... and now dear Pat, never to be forgot........ perfectly poemed Pat :)

Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... when the Spirit leaves the body,
we only have the breeze in the trees and the birds to sing when memories haunt our reveries. I love your review of "in the wake of an amazing unselfish gift to another"... Elliott lived on borrowed time, and now he leaves a legacy of love and devotion. truly, Pat

[Neville]

You dear Pat are more than welcome

Neville

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is beautiful truly beautiful no words can I utter

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Julies... yes, as in life... so in death...
there is beauty in remembering. How can we utter
words to compare to a summers day. truly, Pat