On rain swept days or sun struck mornings
I sit upon this marble bench in your rose garden,
And sigh your name and wonder …
If you can see the mist that clouds my eyes,
If you can feel the beat of my heart quicken
If you can see my body shudder
as I shed these tears,
I cry for you, for all you’ve suffered,
I cry for you, your laughter silenced,
I cry for you, the music ended,
And that the dance you loved is over.
But truth be told,
I cry that this couple won’t grow older.
Although you’ve seen me shed these tears
Most every day for all these years
Since you held me in a warm embrace
I know that you’ve been waiting for me to face,
The fact that you are not returning,
Just give me a few moments more,
To sit upon this marble bench and morn
And close my eyes and once again,
See the woman that I adore,
And leave the facts that I must face,
for the morrow.
Dan, this is beautiful- another gift to Norma’s memory that we are privileged to share.
Passover was tough. Even setting the table, putting in the leaves with a friend instead of with Elliott, was heartbreaking. Moments of joy, too, – so proud of my grandchildren singing the 4 questions – and food all turned out well, but strenuous emotionally and physically.
Hope your holiday was not quite so fraught!
Best,
Debra
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So beautiful Danny❤️
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Happy Birthday to your wife in heaven.Beautiful poem.
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