patricia Northall Poems

your lifespan is very short,
But your lifestyle is exemplary,
With timing that is near to perfection,
There is never a trace
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Loving you has not been easy,
There were times when it was quite hard.
Good times, bad times,
I've seen them all in your eyes.
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All you asked of me was to be able to love you,
But this I could not do when forces so strong
Can turn love to hate. Was this then my fate
To watch you die, knowing it was too late.
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Things may not be the same as they were,
And may never be the same again.
But the time was, when you looked into my eyes,
I heard your sighs, and I knew it could never be.
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Dark evenings, unremitting rain,
Constant wind blowing.
My heart mourning the passing
Of summer, wistfully dreaming
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Early morning, spirits soaring
To see your promise of Spring.
Daylight dawning, showing
Green shoots that soon, very soon
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Is it me you leave each morning
With face so plain and hair so free?
Do you really know who is me?
It is the receptionist who offers you coffee
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I approached you warily,
They said you were a creature of mystery.
You stood there like some Royal Majesty,
A coat of velvet hiding a will of iron.
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This then is your life
A fully fledged stay at home wife,
How comfy, how warm,
Central heating at the stretch of an arm.
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I love you Joanne, why?
Because you are what I am
The why, the where, the how,
All of these things
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