Wanda Swim Strunk


In The Intimate Hours Of The Morning - Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

In the intimate hours of the morning
I feel you snuggle in to me
I bury my nose in your hair
Breathing in deep your scent
Hoping to make it last inside me

I listen to you breathing
And feel the softness of you
I can't believe you are mine
We knew in an instant that we were each other's love affair
You have comforted me
Delighted me
Stretched the tether of our connection
But we never broke

In the intimate hours of the morning
I smell your hair
And whisper
Please dont die


Comments about In The Intimate Hours Of The Morning by Wanda Swim Strunk

  • (4/20/2009 11:17:00 PM)

    I would like you to know how wonderfully touching this poetry is. I thought of my late wife as those thoughts are remembered as part of the life we had together. Thanks so much for channeling such deep emotion. George (Report)Reply

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  • (9/22/2007 1:29:00 AM)

    I wonder how it would affect the perception of this poem of people knew it was about Tucker, my cat of 16 years who is dying. (Report)Reply

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  • (9/20/2007 10:03:00 AM)

    what a FEEL GOODmorning read.Thanks for sharing, i too enjoy warm good morning hugs...until 'parting-to go to work each morning, becomes a sweet sorrow'...thanks for sharing...rein (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011


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