Lean down and let me kiss your furrowed brow.
Let me sweep away the shadowy doubts,
Brush them aside with symphonic flourish,
With a lover’s grand, poetic gesture.
An ode to our unparalleled connection,
A canto for the exquisite years we’ve left to be.
This really touched me, Joanne. I worked with the elderly much of my life and I’m there now myself. Treasure those moments, my friend.
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Just saw your sidebar–must explore this BC Healthy Community. Wonderful work. My entire life, even after nursing, has been touched by seniors with dementia. Just lost my mom about a year ago to the long death by inches.
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This is wonderful with such an exquisite classical sense. Love it
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This is sweet and the rhythm is lovely.
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Touchingly sweet poem!
Dwight
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I like the idea that lovers’ gestures are poetic.
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Such an exquisite lilt and cadence in this, Joanne!💞 Especially love; “Let me sweep away the shadowy doubts.”… sigh..💞
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A beautiful write and these ‘unparalleled connections’ are so precious, I love how you capture this as
‘A canto for the exquisite years we’ve left to be’
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A lovely and love-filled canto!
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“A canto for the exquisite years we’ve left to be” … never lose that thought and savour each moment! We are so often left full of words in our sorrow.
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this is simply beautiful – can read the love flowing through the lines
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