Glancing at a Buddlia while in my garden I saw in my mind’s eye my daughter’s cat asleep beneath it, he is no longer with us in body, but in spirit he is, which prompted these few words.
Shadows linger where you lay:
born within the echo of
soft memories hold
the silent hand of time,
keeping you close yet
lost to the eye.
© sweetwater 2023
I loved this.
Thank you that’s so kind, I wasn’t sure whether it was worthy of posting. Sue 🙂
You’re kidding. This is soft and gentle and says what you felt and says that in a gentle not pretentious way. I say, thank goodness you did decide it was worth posting.
Thank you, I’m glad I did post it now, that is a lovely comment. 🙂 sue.
I concur with Chrissy’s sentiments, Sue. A gentle and heartfelt little poem. No need for self-doubt.
Thank you Luigi, I wasn’t sure if I would write again, so it’s nice to be back. Sue. x
Thank you Trevor I hadn’t thought of them as inspirational or thought – awakening, but I very much like the idea of it and very touched you see them that way.
I too am glad I can put some lines together once again, it’s a great way of getting things out of one’s system.