Bonds

Written in sorrow for my lifelong beloved friend who died alone at the age of 57 years. He is 10 years gone, and I still cannot talk about him.

Yes, Dear, I was 

excessively fond

Of the light in your hair

in the early dawn;

Of the blue of your eyes

as the evening fell,

And you'd give me the smile

I loved so well.

Of the sweet, kind song

that you loved to sing,

That could always turn

  my thoughts to Spring.

Of your gentle - 

kind and gentle heart -

That held me from the very start,

like a butterfly on the verge of flight

Yes, Dear, I was

excessively fond...

Reviews

[Gee]

What a lovely, lovely but sad, poem for your time ago passed friend. Less is definitely more :)

[Ciara]

This is a beautiful poem of remembrance. 💛🌺

[Chris]

Comes a time when the memories are what we hold on to...

[Lynne Murphy Miller]

So true. My father was born in 1894, mother in 1912. By the time I was 40 years old, I had been to 60 funerals. When I read through my own work, I am sometimes shocked to see how much of it deals with that side of reality.

[willweb]

Wow, that was pretty deep and very lonely feeling though a somewhat light write.