A poem written for those that have lost loves, whether family, friend or lover. Little things can be trigger points. I’m sorry for your loss and pain and hope you find peace and comfort.
A scent drifts through
A scent drifts through on the breeze
It’s you.
Are you there?
Dancing among the trees?
But no,
That was years ago,
In winter
When your feet made tracks in the snow.
Another life
And yet
So real.
Or spring,
When you danced among the green.
I see a flower,
And you, smile back at me.
Feel the rain,
And your touch.
Yet it’s been so long
And you’re gone.
But so real,
In the scent that drifts through
As the rain falls
On the ground
Where you lie.
Stephen Kellogg – 2012
I’ll try and read this one and post it over the next few days. Much of this came during my drive home tonight.
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Thanks for stopping by, I hope you’re able to look around a bit. Congrats on the book. I’m writing one as well but still have a good bit of work to do on it.
Peace,
Stephen
i have gotten a chance to look around im really glad that you write as well should you need any help with a good publisher i can give you one to speak to good luck on the writing.
Excellent ! Blessings ~Deborah
Deborah,
Thank You!
Peace,
Stephen