Stacks

In a pile on top,
of a small heap,
papers and notes, scratched,
things I'll keep.
Once in a while,
when this chilly takes over,
those memories of them,
my babies, no longer.
Takes me to the place
that was our warm.
Everyone home
safe from world's harm.
Happy and giggling,
consumption of laughter,
chasing each other
to get what they were after.
Those Christmas Cards
they signed with glee.
Papers and packages
under the tree.
Now all wrapped up
in a small little stack,
my hopes waiting, for
each to come back.
Just one more hug.
Please, hold me tight.
Kiss me again.
Life is a long night.
Evident as
my heart remembers
"Today is the day,"
"You never know", just lingers.

Raine Les 12/11/2009

Sadie

if poetry had one heart. you would be the bearer.

I remember when I started posting on this site a year and a half ago and all your writes to me at first always surrounded around a rose. Nowadays every poem has something different to offer.

I don't see how you do it. But you do!

You have made my day..
More Of

I would wish
for you, if I could,
a scented package
from deep in the woods
where only the purest
of whitest pristine
the touch of her blossom
for your heart
that is seen.
Deserving and favor
For you, such love
Hope is my gift, for more of enough.

RL 12/11/2009

Great work here, in making me also remember those same reflections.
Time shall forever carry us on, yet, sometimes we like to drag our feet,,,,to slow,,,and feel that passing, wink.

Like wading in the creek..Thank you

With shoes and socks in hand,,,,hoping not to have a crawldad,,,,,pinch a toe,,,lol,lol,,suns out and hot,,,as the insects dance over the surfice,,,,as I splash your face with a swipping hand to the water,,,,,,, and Thank YOU!!!

be careful..you might happen to fall in...

nicely done...again...

As in------head over heels?,,,,wink,lol