The Note Beneath Her Picture Poem by Jim Bolen

The Note Beneath Her Picture

This simple little frame on my desk holds A picture
of the most beautiful woman this side of Heaven.
I never took the time to tell her she was my anchor,
nor in times of turbulence and confusion, my beacon.

Today she placed a note beneath this image I adore,
"I had a dream last night. I may be leaving very soon."
My voice could only produce a loud, penetrating stridor,
as my body went limp like hit with a sharp harpoon.

At the knock on the door, I drove fast to her side. The
Doctor just shook his head when ask if she's alright.
My little bit of heaven heard my voice and opened her eyes.
A tiny smile, a wink, then closed her eyes, and it was night.

Oh, for a thousand tongues to say, "I love you! "
A hundred languages to say, "You're beautiful! "
Don't leave me, my Darling. Don't bid me adieu.
I can't make it without you. This pain in my heart is unquenchable.

© 2004 Jim Bolen