Please Don't Leave
• 08/12/23 at 11:53PM •Please don't leave me,
when I need your warm hugs
and sweet kisses.
I am lonely for those
sweet smiles and hellos.
How must I go on,
without you?
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Please don't leave me,
when I need your warm hugs
and sweet kisses.
I am lonely for those
sweet smiles and hellos.
How must I go on,
without you?
Please return my wife to me
for I am lost and cannot see.
It's hard to be in bed, alone.
Oh God, I wish I were home.
I touch the brakes gently,
instead of the gas,
slowing at the intersection,
so, I could pull out and pass.
On a Sunday morning,
it was cold and clear.
Watching for hazards,
and watching for deer.
There were tractors, wagons
to just name a few,
which were slower than stop,
as they sometimes would do.
When I get in trouble
and have no place to go,
I would go to a movie
or go to a show.
A double feature,
two in a row,
eating popcorn,
watching the show.
I loved the smell of popcorn,
and I still do,
but it always reminds me
of the lovely you.
No more the movies,
no more the show,
for now, I have no one,
when I go to the show.
The sound of the wind,
roars in my ears.
The breaking of branches,
heightens my fears.
A storm at this moment,
is not all right.
for I need you now
to hold me tight.
The light flickers
off and then on.
Is this a sign that
you are now gone?
I hope and I pray
this is not the case,
but life's disappointment
slaps me in the face.
Of brambles with branches,
silver flowers gleaming.
Bark covered by lichens,
as moonlight was streaming.
Long were the days,
short were the nights,
under the moon
and star lights.
Why do I write,
when I cannot see,
the love I'm missing,
the love from thee?
Don't presume the accolades
of today,
will keep tomorrow's criticism
at bay.
Long lay the grass,
on the edge of the lawn,
once it is mowed,
then it will be gone.
Show me the way to
get back home again.
My heart is lost in Memory Care.
I don't know if I'm in despair.
I pray I can return,
once more,
for I miss the woman'
on the first floor.
She went into Hospice
about a week ago.
I don't want to lose her
or let her go.
She doesn't know me. Saying
it over and over, again
but she is still my lover
and my best friend.
When far away,
across the sea,
my memories
were of thee.
Please tell me now,
what did I do wrong?
Where does it say,
I must always be strong?
My mind is dead.
I know not what to write.
Write of things beautiful and true,
look for joy, day and night.