By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I moved around the room
Lingered over various objects
Stopped on one in particular
I don't have the power to open it
I surround it with lots of love
Caress it with the breeze
I'm but, a thought in the air
It's your photo in a locket, I want to see
Unless my body helps me ... I can't
Open me, the locket seems to say
Look at me, know that no matter what
I'll always love you
I'm but, a thought in the air
Another thought came from nowhere
It wasn't me, I looked at it in interest
It said to me ... I'm gone, now
I can't come back
Excepting in a thought, I can
I can remind you how I love you
Let you know you aren't alone
Though you can't see me
I wrapped myself around that precious thought
Held on tight as I came back to my body's mind
I held on for comfort, it was all I had
You are gone, your thoughts still here
You left them with me, when you had to go away
My thoughts, yours ... now, wrapped into one
NOTE BY AUTHOR: I think I was inspired to write this when I read a poem today ... that a woman wrote just after her husband died. I could feel her loss, pain ... grief.
Photo/poem are both owned by me (poem written by me)... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
