Evenings, at sunset, out my window I see
a man and his dog, but they never see me.
They walk along slow, never changing their pace,
a look of contentment spread over each face.
I sit and I watch, though I should look away,
the sight makes me sad at the end of each day.
For I know when they turn, to make their way home,
I'll remain sitting here, I'll remain all alone.
My own faithful friend's been gone many a year,
yet the view from my window can still bring a tear.
This weeks FSF is kind of a free-form-free-for-all. The regular FSF site is under construction, so Barb and I gave each other prompts. I hope she doesn't mind me taking poetic liberties with her prompt.
ReplyDeleteI also hope no psychiatrists read this; Even I sometimes question my minds word associations.
oooohhhh, tears are spilling down my face. Thank God I haven't put my makeup on yet this morning. This is beautiful. Raw and tender it squeezes my heart. I love the way the words flow. Bravo!
DeleteOh, Barb. I'm sorry for the early morning tears, but I'm very glad to hear that you connected to it on such a deep level.
ReplyDeleteI've realized over the years that tears are a cleansing. A younger Barb would have tried to stem them, this older, wiser Barb embraces tears and the release offered. FSF is active this weekend and I have a surprise for the group. Lisa's daughter Tiffany, 9, is struggling with reading and writing. I will have her this weekend, Lisa is working. We will be writing a story together. I will present is as such and I hope that using my chromebook and looking for a picture will motivate her to use her imagination to create unique wonderful story. I plan on cluing her in every week this summer. I may only send to you and any comments, motivation would be appreciated. xxx
DeleteI love older, wiser Barb as much as I loved younger Barb! XOXO
ReplyDeleteI think it's a great idea to get Tiffany involved. I would be very happy to help motivate in any way I can and I look forward to reading her stories.
Good luck!
Thank you!!!
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