All those years ago,
when you first touched my hand
and said it was then you knew:
we thought we did,
but there was much more
we’d yet to traverse through.
For all those years,
you’ve been my rock,
and, sometimes, I, yours,
memories made and
to be made, with all of life’s
twists and turns,
It was first, you, who knew,
and now this I know:
Our hands belong intertwined.
No matter, my dumpy mood,
my discouragement, my joyful elation,
always, that twinkle in your eyes,
that spark with the gentle touch
of my hand,
never escapes my mind.
Why you’ve never left, when
perhaps I would have gone,
I cannot comprehend.
But each time I turn
to catch a glimpse,
there you are again.
You’ll take my hand, that same gentle way,
“Come, give me a hug, my love”,
And our arms wrap us together,
that calm oasis, that wordless bond
that once, we thought we knew,
was just the whisper of forever.
©Janet Mitchell, May 2012
“that wordless bond
that once, we thought we knew,
was only the whisper of forever.”
Beautiful, Janet.
Ohh, thanks so much! ♥♥ Janet
You’re very welcome!
Such a beautiful portrait of love. Thanks so much for sharing this poem
You’re welcome!
oh, Janet, this is so beautiful….thank goodness that I was/am also fortunate enough to have such a “calm oasis”…the “whisper” of so many years… : )
I am so happy that you have that !
This made my eyes wet. Sniff. I have this type of love myself. I found him late in life but it was worth the wait.
It is ALWAYS worth the (imaginery) risk. We only have to be present and to follow our hearts. Fear is the absence of love. Love is truly all there is. Thanks, Marie. ♥
This post, makes me want to believe in love, all over again!!
Congratulations ma’am. And sir!
I’m so blessed to have found it. I wish it for everyone. ♥♥ (It’s worth the risk . . .)
Janet, this is tender and rings true, gently evoking the whisper of the last line throughout the poem. (((Hugs))), Peg
Thanks so much, Peg! ♥
This is just lovely Janet…
Thanks, Veeh!
Heartwarming and beautiful Janet! I love it!
Thank you, Terri! ♥