I saw you often with your head bowed low,
As if in sorrow from some awful wound,
Inflicted long ago.
And even when you smiled
Residual sadness lingered in your eyes,
As though you carried blame
For a loved one's harm,
Caused by another.
Unjust burden which I wished you shared.
I should have asked, if I'd dared.
It's now too late as we are far apart.
Yet I keep your warmth and sadness in my heart.
Thank you, Margaret. I still regret I never asked her. I guess I was afraid of making 2 plus 2 making 5' I think I should have trusted my intuition. I must look at your poems tomorrow. Many regards Tom
Beautiful! ! Love that deep is always part of us I love the tenderness in the last line it says so much about you Bill
I still like the poem and still would give you five stars....all over again...if I could. But, not being a politician, I don't know how to vote twice and get away with it. ; ( bri Anna told me you died. Bon voyage!
Tom sent this to me: 'Tom Billsborough25 November 2016I know where she lives but it's on the opposite coast to mine. She was someone I knew. I'll tell you about it sometime, Bri'
I heard from another PH member that Tom died. Good luck, Tom, my friend. bri : )
Yes, eventually it is 'too late' for most things, things like READING BRI EDW ARDS' POETRY. Ha ha. Do it now, ...before it's too late. bri
Nice, Tom, though I think you'll never see this comment, as I've heard you died. Hopefully you died peacefully, having outlived your wife and cat. Yes, 'far apart' is SO TRUE now. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful verse....
Thank you, Sonali. Maybe I should enter some more. They are quite varied in style. Tom