StringsA Poem by Chris ShawFor Nicola, much loved friend and pop in neighbour
In your room of gentle love,
hemmed in by sprays of floral scent, of orchid whites, pale pearly pinks and hues of lilacs heaven sent, you breathe in gifts of garden flowers to soothe you in your ebbing hours. Close by your side within your reach are photos of the young you birthed, their peachy cheeks laugh back at you. They smile as if they long to say, "you'll never be that far away, within our blood you'll always be". Through the drapeless window seen, a floor to ceiling, sweeping view, the sky a wash of dusky blue, a thousand sequins on display, that line your pathway, guide your flight into the everlasting night. The love you gave was built to last and so with ten years soon to pass, on that delicate round table of kindness, loyalty and affection, you rise again once more dear friend to stir the dust off my reflections.
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16 Reviews Added on April 3, 2019 Last Updated on April 3, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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