in a breeze or a touch from a limb against my skin.
Not of here, somewhere in between you and me,
a place I only get glimpses of when you are near.
I see your gift when an insect appears,
your message in a penny heads up.I no longer question. To be a part of this-- I feel,
or you will be gone before I have a complete thought.
I hear your voice when the door opens, feel your presence.
I heard what you told me when I walked in the dark wet
night,though no words were spoken.
My tympanic drum is tuned to your whispers.
I sense you in every way..gentle and true
I don’t share except with those who love you, too.
I would not dishonor you or your memory
24 comments:
I understand, Judy. This saddens me greatly, but I am so glad he is always close to you, and you see so many signs of his presence.
Beautiful, the connection you have, to always be close, to know he's there with you.
This brings tears to my eyes, but I'm with Mary... it's a blessing to feel him with you like you do. {a big virtual hug from me to you}
So moving.
This breaks my heart and fills it at the same time. I'm so sorry and so happy for you at the same time. Thank you for sharing so genuinely.
Sono il nostro futuro!! ciao
Dear Judy,
Sadly, love and sorrow sometimes goes together. Thanks for sharing this sensitive post.
Judy, I am visiting this post for a second time, now that you have added photos. It breaks my heart, really does.
Know that I love Brian too!
Such a beautiful boy, Judy. I so love "what gathers the wind will bring you to me." So sad, so loving. Beautifully written.
very beautifully sensitively written.one can feel the moving pathos of the lines and yet the issue is such that making any comment almost seems like undue trespassing.I wish you well and may the connection continue to provide some form of solace.
though no words were spoken.
My tympanic drum is tuned to your whispers.
Beautiful awareness...
Your responses give me strength through my tears and peace.
I know you do, Mary. What a comfort and joy.
I have visited this place and poem many times since it was posted..there is another dimension that is so near and the love of a mother is strong and can reach there....Thinking of you..CA
What a loving poignant piece, Judy.
beautiful, judy. there are lines in here that shine -
'I heard what you told me when I walked in the dark wet night,' and the idea of keeping things secret from those who can't see.
thoughts are with you.
All I can add to these thoughts is how much I admire your tenacity to live through the worst experience that could be visited on a mother.
The strength and the tenacity to go on is blessed with the awareness of his presence. Very touching, Judy!
Hank
I came back for another read. The photos make it just that much more heartbreaking. So sad for you. As Kerry says, it is the worst thing that can happen to a mother.
I did not realise until I read the comments.
Sorry for your loss.
Your words are touching and beautifully arranged!
Beautiful tribute.
So full of true feeling!
Heartbreaking...touching, sad, and written with such love.
A beautiful tribute to someone so obviously well loved.
Anna :o]
What a gorgeous poem, Judy. Soothes and consoles in its own way. it is lovely that you feel him, love him, know him, even now.
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