A Snow Cabin.

The Thoughts Of An Old lady As She Sits On her Porch.

A Snow Cabin
A Collaboration With Mary9.

Our cabin up In the Hills where we lived alone,
A cabin of Love that we ever new as home.
It came to life for us at the early setting sun,
When the snow lay on the ground when day was fully done.
We'd go out on the porch there,
He'd run his fingers through my hair,
We would have ourselves a seat.
He would smile my day complete.

We'd look out on the virgin snow and smile deep inside,
Holding hands together as we looked out on our countryside.
The pines were softly shivering In there brand new coat of snow,
The silver light from the moon gave every thing a ghostly ethereal glow.
We sat there together,
No matter what the weather.
We sat together oh what bliss,
When we did have Loves' own sweet kiss.

Then he would take me by the hand we would go walking In the snow,
We were never cold because Love does give off a warm glow.
Through our snow covered winters' evergreens we walked In winters' light,
Together Loves' own couple walking through snow so clean and bright.
Now In my dreams of winters' past,
I wish them to forever last.
For my man Is once more with me,
Wonder and Passion I do once more see.

Now I sit with my gran' kids on the porch of our snow cabin,
No one sits In the lonely chair that my Mike sat In.
The kids say they get a strange cool feeling that someone Is there with them.
Now this chair faces the others It Is my Life stem
I know now I never sit alone,
I sit facing the man of this home.
He shall ever be with me In a snow cabin,
And we shall ever share our Love within.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

To live life and to be able to say you loved and were loved in return, knowing that to be true is perfectly satisfying. Death so rudely interrupts that contentment, but the love never goes. This poem takes the reader on a journey and although Mike's chair is empty here, the porch is filed with the voices of grandchildren. There is so much warmth in these words. There is sadness too, but life is an emotional roller coaster ride. Nicely conveyed Mike. I enjoyed this read.

Chris

[shadrach hah]

Hi Chris, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. I enjoyed writing this one although it is just a tale. I have never been lucky enough to get married and have all this Mike has had. A dream that sings in the mind. Hugs always....Mike.

[Haley]

This is beautifully crafted with amazing imagery. You can feel the love, warmth, and comfort and then the end is emotional and makes one thankful for the loved ones we have had in our lives!

[shadrach hah]

Hi Haley, thank you for dropping by and the review on this old collaboration, it is much appreciated. You feel all the poem was meant to convey. Love ever flows. Have a wonderful Wednesday. Hugs always....Mike.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is a very moving story poem.
One chair empty, but we will always see that other person sitting there...
In our hearts, the empty chair is still filled with love.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Jacob, thank you for dropping by and the review on our old collaboration, it is much appreciated. Yes, that one chair is ever empty and in this poem it shall ever bear a spirit of love. Have a wonderful Wednesday....Mike.

[Kerra]

Such an emotional read here, I really enjoyed reading this.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Kerra, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. Sometimes it takes two to make a complete piece. I am glad the emotional content came through. Hugs always....Mike.

[barleygirl]

You are a hardcore sentimentalist (a gene I am completely missing) and I'm sure this is the kind of poem that readers will love & cherish & cry over. I'm sorry not to be one of those readers, but I do appreciate how relatable your well-told poetic story is (esp. since my work is often not very relatable). I admire a poet who can tell a story in a conversational tone, showing an authentic realm of life observations (((HUGS)))

[shadrach hah]

Thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. I guess the older I have got, the more sentimental I have got. Hugs always....Mike.

[barleygirl]

I just posted a story that goes so far beyond my anti-sentimentalist bent, some might believe I've gone soft in the head . . .

[shadrach hah]

I don't think so, Barleygirl. Let your heart sing as it chooses, my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

To read a poem that brings tears... is a gift. Thank you for
the Memories that flutter and fall gently on the mind.
Be blessed. As a Grandmother of a Grandson and three
granddaughters and another adopted... I know the pleasure
of shadows of Heritage. gently, Pat

[shadrach hah]

Thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. Love does flow from the beginning and beyond the end. It is the eternal song. Maybe one day I shall know such joys, Pat. Hugs....Mike.

[lightsong]

What a turn in the last verse dear Mike, I was smiling with the sweet love as I was reading your and her words, then in the final verse though it was unexpected but I love it, it gives a more warm feeling of faith and love.

[shadrach hah]

Hi Gounwah, thank you for dropping by and the review on this piece, it is much appreciated. This is a complete work of fiction. I have never been married so it is all from the minds of two poets who saw one vision. I enjoyed writing it though. Hugs always....Mike.

[lightsong]

when two poets write together what matters is their harmony while they write, it doesn't matter if it's fiction or reality :>

may your Sunday be beautiful and romantic as your heart✨

[shadrach hah]

May your Sunday be blessed and filled with joy. Have a wonderful Sunday. Hugs always....Mike.

[lightsong]

Thank You dear Mike, Hugs back at You***