Do not go
without, first, my telling you
I will see your face again
in all the sunlit days
I'll scoop you from puddled rain
And wash the dirt from my hands
Remembering your hands sprinkling seeds
to insure a summer meadow
Do not go
without, first, my thanking you
For laughter and lectures
love and late night dance lessons
Your kindness kept me company
through some of my darkest days
And in sharing with you
I found a sweet shelter and a sunny porch
Do not go
without, first, my honoring you
For all that was simple, all that was safe
Every beacon of brightness
you cast into my life
I remain magically tied to these memories
But to know you are elsewhere
Seems but a dream
So emotional and so thoughtful. One is lucky to have cherishavle memories to such love and depart with such love. Thanks for a beautiful poem Susan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lucky those people who find the buds of friendship with many happy memories.... a very nice write! 10+