Thursday, October 18, 2012

You

When you're gone,
the leaves do not turn gray upon the trees;
and if the downstairs people's cat should jump up on their piano,
it still makes music when he walks across the keys.

Nonetheless,
knowing I can tell you about it brings a shine to everything I do.

Welcome back, sweetheart. Welcome home.
How glad I am to see your face.
How different my life is when you're away,
and How I missed you.
______

14 comments:

hedgewitch said...

What a sweet picture. And a sweet poem as well.

TexWisGirl said...

so sweet.

flipside records said...

I love what you convey in the first stanza: No, the world doesn't completely fall apart; things don't quit functioning as they normally do. But this girl makes your world sparkle. So when she's not there, everything looks a bit dull. And the joy of living, for you, is being able to tell her all the little details. So although life is technically the same with or without her, it is vastly different as well.

Brian Miller said...

having someone to share the magic with is what often makes it magic...

Daryl said...

i was sure you were talking to me ... kidding ...

Laurie Kolp said...

Very touching...

Sioux said...

Sweet...not syrupy so, but sweet nonetheless.

A poem to welcome her home. What a lovely gesture.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very lovely. I really enjoy the cat walking across the keys, and it still being music. Sigh. Yes, being able to share with someone gives the old world a shine, doesnt it?

Mary Jane Bane said...

xoxox a hope for my heart spoken through your words again.

ayala said...

Sweet and beautiful. Thanks again, your words meant a lot to me.

Mama Zen said...

This is the sweetest thing!

nene said...

Lovely and sweet both your words and the pic. If we could only capture sweetness like this like fireflies in a jar and open it up whenever we wish ot light up a moment.

Gracias mi amiga for sharing such sweetness

Roselie said...

So sweet poem and photo...

Helen said...

Lucky you, lucky her. It has been many a moon since someone composed something this lovely for me.