thoughts on a february moon

I wait.

          Patiently.

 

as his mind sorts out the thoughts

                    [that silently beg the words]

that won’t come

 

I know this.  I can do this

                   [as my heart squeezes

                   and tears subjugate my own small voice]

 

But I know.  I Know

he mustn’t realize the acquaintance in my eyes ~

 

                   Still I know.

 

         And I have saved every one of his voicemails

Because there is coming a time

when all I will have are his stuttering words telling me

                   “I love you, daughter.”

Reviews

[kelvin]

This is a deep write here for when reading upon this with a unexpected twist but that's good writing but yes we must make things right or say I love you to the ones we love for we never know if we will see them again as always keep writing fellow writer again very intimate read.

[J]

ahh kelvin, a most thoughtful and scholarly review. thank you for your heart and mind, m'friend. :)

[emmajoy]

I know, love, and send you hugs. This is sadder than sad, words that cut the air, words that only you could write with so much subtlety and sincerity. (You)

[J]

dear dear friend, your understanding support always soothes and calms a troubled heart. ((you)) are golden. thank you for your words. x

[gabrielle]

to witness the deterioration of health of a loved on is truly heartbreaking. a very well-written piece..

[J]

thank you so much for your sensitivity, gabrielle ~ so kind of you to comment,