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.
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What a sweet picture. And a sweet poem as well.
ReplyDeleteso sweet.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletehaving someone to share the magic with is what often makes it magic...
ReplyDeletei was sure you were talking to me ... kidding ...
ReplyDeleteVery touching...
ReplyDeleteSweet...not syrupy so, but sweet nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteA poem to welcome her home. What a lovely gesture.
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?
ReplyDeletexoxox a hope for my heart spoken through your words again.
ReplyDeleteSweet and beautiful. Thanks again, your words meant a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteThis is the sweetest thing!
ReplyDeleteLovely 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.
ReplyDeleteGracias mi amiga for sharing such sweetness
So sweet poem and photo...
ReplyDeleteLucky you, lucky her. It has been many a moon since someone composed something this lovely for me.
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