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

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a lovely tribute, Pat...and surely her aura is in the cosmos...and the memory of her for those who knew and loved her will be a star shining brightly.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... it is true... the love that Zuella has for Elliott is truly in the cosmos along with him in the light. Thank you for knowing that their light shines brightly. truly, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a beautifully sentimental poem that makes this hopeless romantic *sigh*
A great dedication to the meaning of true love.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... it is true... their love is unbelievably true, and I know they are still together and she will join him in the atmosphere when her time is spent and "drops of Jupiter" will be in her hair (such as the song by 'Train' Drops of Jupiter). I think this song is absolutely beautiful... that Train wrote with his Mother in mind (who had passed). truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a touching tribute to your friends Zuella and Elliott. I am sure Zuella will find comfort in your words. So soft and gentle. We all want to remember someone special when the breeze touches our cheek. Lovely, my friend. Lydi***

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydia... Of all the couples I have ever met... have I ever met that were so much in love. I know she is in another world... halfway... between heaven and earth. They loved the trees and I know they feel the breeze. I will send the poem to her... and she will share it with him. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. A wonderful story written. I liked the feel of old places and endearing love. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... I appreciate your review... a very touching story that just took place in my circle of friends. Prayers for Zuella ... Thank you. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I will put in her my prayers dear Pat and you are welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Zuella needs prayers, as she is so lost.
Thank you for your prayers. truly, Pat