Robert Melliard Poems
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Each Day's A Diamond
Each day's a diamond
when you lose someone you love.
You realize just how near death is.
We walk along a narrow ridge,
steep cliffs on either side.
And as we go,
our relatives and friends may fall,
forced off by accidents or illness,
as we ourselves may be, at any time.
So I repeat
each day's a gem: I'm learning to appreciate
its colour, light and shape.
Heaven In Tuscany
Remember when we sat on that verandah,
outside our rented, rustic Tuscan home;
among those hills, with cypress trees and vines,
just taking in the view and sipping wine?
I said that sitting there, with wine like that
and looks like yours, was my idea of heaven.
But I confess, on looking back,
it wasn't true: