Take My Hand
Michael and I only met (through our blogs) a short time ago, but he has impressed me greatly in that time. This poem is gorgeous, especially for us “women of a certain age,” who feel like we have lost that special something.
This helps me understand why my husband loves me so much.
Michael, you are a true feminists! And I don’t bestow that title lightly!
And your wife … mate … or significant other is a very lucky lady.
Peace & blessings to you both!
Sherrie
Originally posted on Michael's Origins:
I remember a time when you were happy.
I remember when birds would sing, butterflies filling the sky as far as the eye could see.
I remember seeing you dance full of life in that green meadow filled with flowers, surrounded by mountains.
I see the tears that fall; I feel the pain that many bestowed on you.
Sometimes making you feel like a worn out welcome mat.
I hear your cries of wanting a new page.
As you look in the mirror, I see you worry that the fountain of youth has dried.
Though, the days have passed turning to months that turn to years
Know this!
You are more beautiful than the first day I saw you.
I gaze upon your inner strength that fills my soul more than you know.
Night has come, the gentle breeze of your hair as you lay your head down.
As I…
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