Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

I Heard His Whispers in the Wind


In the early pre-dawn I sit overlooking the salty
white caps push against the beach,
While little babies in their soft beds are still sleeping---dreaming of thing out-of-reach.

I wondered about the children we never had,
Not to be crude so early---but my heart is sad.

Slowly I walked along the shore,
Cool sea water covered my footprint as I make more.

The sea is angry this morn,
It was the same when he was born.


My Darling Zachary with his dark wavy hair and eyes of blue,

He said to me: “I will always be true.”

The dark skies threatened, while rain clouds rolled
across the sky,
Still his ship left with him---after his last goodbye.

I stood upon the huge rocks and waved until the lightning flashed,

His ship sailed out of sight, and I prayed it had not crashed.

The  lonely days turned into years,                                   
My heart was broken---but I had no tears.

One star-studded night I walked the beach when all but
the sea was silent,
The winds became strong----pushing through the big Palm
Tree fronds---turning violent.

Then for the first time I heard his whispers in the wind,
My heart stopped---I listened and heard as the wind and
whispers blend.

“Come to me my Darling where the wind blows strongest
from the sea,
there under the Palm Trees you will see me.”

I followed the a seashell path to the huge boulders overlooking
many ships floating like leaves being tossed about,

Turing I saw a grey form in the shadows and I gave him a shout.

Zachary’s spirit was young---and his form----an odd shade of grey,
He said every spirit appeared this way.

Until he took my hand I was 85,
I felt very lucky to be alive.

He kissed me and I was nineteen once more,
Suddenly—I was young without white hair and wrinkles galore.

My eyes sparkled with a happy shine,
Because Zachary was once again---mine.

He took me to his ship moored near a cove,
Having my Zachary was my Treasure Trove.

We have sailed many seas,
My Darling Zachary, our babies and me.

Live is never over---there are other chapters to live,
Cherish the present---and the future will give.


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Saturday, October 5, 2013

His Darling “Pumpkin”



She was his sweetheart all through their married life,

And her nick name was ‘Pumpkin’ his darling wife.

The children came---eight children/seven boys total---to the farming pair,
Love and many blessing sprinkled with the normal despair.

At 4:00 a.m. every morning their day began with morning kisses,
And to each  ‘Happy Day’ wishes.

She fixed breakfast as he milked and
fed the cows,
Then the older boys led the horses
out to the corrals.

While the younger boys cleaned the
stalls and laid fresh hay,
Beds for the horse’s nightly stay.

The only daughter helped her mama in the
house until they went to the fields,
Mama walked fast---with the baby girl right on her heels.

In the fall was pumpkins season, a good
living they made,
They were cut when ready and laid under the oaks in the shade.

Their Daddy kissed his Darling Pumpkin while
the kids giggled and stared,
The farmer and his pumpkin---their love was shared.

Every year the same crops were planted with celebrations
under the harvest moon,
The farm neighbors were invited to share their food
and danced long into the afternoon.

Now the children were grown and in the summer
grandchildren came to stay,
The farmer and his ‘Pumpkin’ were so happy
their life turned out this way.

In their late eighties they rocked on the porch and
laughed at the memories recalled,
Holding hands and kissing---he sang softly to his
sweetheart ‘Pumpkin’ she was enthralled.

50 years later under the Oak trees in the pumpkin field
---two tombstones stood facing the sun,
On her stone was written, My Darling Pumpkin---
always by my side---we are not done.

On the nights of the harvest moon---all believers say,
the farmer and his pumpkins danced the night away,
Written as a footnote---‘Our spirits are here to stay.’



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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Walk Slowly and Wait for Me


I heard my mother say that dreadful day,

When in 1805 my father was taken away.

 
As we stood on the frozen Georgia ground,

I hear her say, “Walk slowly and wait for me”

it was a tearful sound,

“For I know.” she said---“My Darling you are

Heaven bound.”


An Indian raid upon our land took my father away--- a very

kind and loving man,

Together the family stood around the snow covered grave

to hear the bagpipes sound---for his Scottish Clan.


The bagpipe music is the saddest sound on this earth,

It bounces off one’s heart--- to give the soul a rebirth.


My mother tears were non-stopable that day,

When destiny marched on this icy Georgia ground---

 to make this his eternal bed--- because death

took my dad away.


No more hugs, smiles or sweet looks from his blue eyes,

No more---“Daughter, I have a big surprise.”


His Texas Leopard dog, “King” did not leave his grave,

He grieved for his master who was so brave.


My life will forever be changed, no father---

no more,

On our happiness--- fate has shut the door.


I will be compassionate for my mother,

And she will need me and my brother.


I will forever hear her say,” Walk slowly and wait for me.”

I will follow behind you my darling, you will see.”


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PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
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