One day you brought me raindrops in your hand.
'Here are some precious tears for you', you said.
A shadow bird was winging through the sky.
His silhouette escaped my finger tips.
Beside our creek the summer sycamores
Were whispering old folk songs to day's end.
You put your shoulder to the weather, Friend.
You lit the hard times with your empathy.
I looked into your Appalachian eyes
And saw that west was a most wondrous thing.
The distant bird's wings gleamed in failing flight.
The luminosity was purest gold.
(2007)
avery deep emotional poem that flows from your heart with both passion an compassion your words flow easily and without a dubt with style and grace, , , blessings..Cecil
A Keepsake would be this poem itself, beautiful Sandra.--Melvina--
He brings raindrops and says he brought tears and you also accept them as his tears. Your faith in him as a friend is more than his fake tears in his hand. What a nice way expressing your love and faith in your friend. That shows your soft heart. A lovely poem indeed!
Another masterpiece from you. Wonderful perception decoded here with good words.
A precious keepsake preserved in this beautiful poem forever. Great poem. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Exquisite Sandra, imagery unbeatable, the theme of love rounded off into a keepsake - sheer bliss. Brilliant write
I am sorry for my belated comment, Sandra this is a precious keepsake!
Beautiful as the rainbow in the sky.... a promise of love to last! . Thanks for sharing. High mark. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, I get the feeling of such love! You might find my poem 'God in Texas' of interest only because it has a kindred spirit line to the last one in A Keepsake. Thank you. Bill Grace