When can I write with you
When? can I sit and know your words
as you know them
When? can I share with you a sigh
a sip of life, why
be it
that I should
die
When? can I walk with you
and be as you with eyes
the eyes that
can not see
another
When? can I feel
your hand
in mine
as the hand blessed
to know you as its gentle
mother....When?
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
Happy Halloween Everyone.....
oh...heart stirring...one day...one day..smiles.
ReplyDeleteOne day soon. Hopefully.
ReplyDeletei like the rhythm of this poem - the when - the line cuts...and yeah...hopefully soon you can...happy halloween to you as well!
ReplyDeletesoon I hope. Loving and lovely post. Happy Halloween to you.
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful despair will soon be heard for sure. I love this piece of yours... as I love them all.
ReplyDeleteHappy HalLoween you too!
:)
soon and very soon...
ReplyDeleteA sad poem. Fitting and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe tinge of hope between the lines will take you to her hand.
ReplyDeleteThat tugs at my heartstrings. Lovely!
ReplyDeletewow, this was so desperate and stirring. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteSo nicely crafted!!
ReplyDeleteWhen indeed. The waiting always the waiting. Such angst!
ReplyDeleteLovely and captivating....i love it! :-)
ReplyDeleteA few tears now ... lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteOh, someday, surely! Very sweet.
ReplyDeletesimply amazing.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.