Michael P. McParland

Gold Star - 82,510 Points (July 19 1983)

Quiet Days - Poem by Michael P. McParland

So many quiet days pass and in many
ways I enjoy the quiet and it's not bad.
The solitude in which there is to read and think,
watch movies and TV not being bothered is
a blessing and convinence I enjoy,
but the aspect that hurts is they're spent without you.

The quiet days without you can feel so cold
even in the hottest days of summer,
not being in your arms can bring such lonely chills
equaling the worst of cold Minnesota winters.
That's where the quiet days lose their pleasent haze.

Those quiet days feel so empty without you to join me
while I sit and read or give me a chance to
dicuss the things with you of which I think,
to once again share intelligent conversation with my one.
They're sad without you there to share the movies or TV.
Laughing, crying, getting lost in these stories
with each other sharing everything about our glories.

Quiet days are a plenty and in so many ways
I love them and the peaceful solitude for exploring.
The point in which it's haunting though is that I
wish I could be sharing them right now with you.
I hope that very soon you will be here and we'll
just enjoy the benfeits in our very arms
knowing that all the worlds time is ours.
I love and miss you so very much and when it comes
all my quiet time will be spent right by your side.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I want to spend all my quiet days with you Kira. Listening to an audiobook now and wish you could lay down with me and enjoy it. ILYF

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 16, 2015


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