I have written before about some poems I have read that see that seemed to have been written just for me. This poem by James Rainsford is a particular one:
“Please put down that bookyou’re reading now
and gently close its pages.
So no harm shall come to damage its cold thoughts.
Look up. Please, look up and see
what little there is left of mewhere you felt loved.“
© James Rainsford – Author, poet, photographer.
I often think about that poem and hear my late husband’s voice each time.How many times did I hear words like that in the 41 years we were together?
Today, I had lunch with friends in their garden on a lovely summer Sunday.I commented on how good the garden was looking. 18 months ago there was no garden when they moved into their new house, just hard-packed earth, mostly clay,that had been compounded…
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Your post is very moving. It isn’t easy to have companionship when interests are so very different.
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Thank you Anne for your comment. And we are reminded of the companionship that we had and perhaps didn’t always appreciate each time we meet with a couple who are Gliding into their old age together
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