The sight of the dawn light peering through the trees of our back lot;
The chirps of the chickadees yearning for spring outside our windows;
The appearance of first buds poking their way to the sun;
The freshening aromas of our flowers and grasses as they reawaken.
The sound of the tea water boiling on our stovetop;
The comfort of the warm aura of the home we crafted together.
The warmth that is love and family and acceptance;
The gratitude for a wonderful journey down many highways and back roads.
The shoulder to weep upon.
The hand to hold.
This is why I want you home, my dear, for our one last trip together.
Feb 25,2014
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The poem touched me. Thanks for the Poet's Notes. You two look like a lovely pair of birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem to dedicate to a great companion in life.
Yes sir. I stand corrected. The greatest indeed. Best wishes to both of you.
The greatest... thank you very much.