Thursday, 22 September 2011

memories and fears

I hear your breath in the wind that surfs through the trees.

As I walk I hear your footsteps beside me, feel my hand in yours as your ponies greet me.

When I'm picking mulberries in the walled garden you admired, I feel the sunshine
of your smile in the warmth of the sun on my back.

As my work develops naturally in the way you thought it should I can hear your criticism and approval.

As the rain drops gently on my hands I remember you saying,
Find someone who loves you like I do, who can care for you.

I am afraid to. How can I know when to trust as we trusted each other.

8 comments:

liZZie said...

You are still wrapped in his love, which is taking care of you, which you have described so beautifully. He wanted you to be continued to be taken care of, part of his preparation for leaving may be, and may be you will be ready some day. Long live love, and love never dies - I don't like cliches but sometimes they work . . .

The Cranky Crone, she lives alone! said...

Thank you GZ for posting such a poignant and personal thought, and thank you lizzie too I was in need of a reminder, sometimes its hard to remember this much time on, and your kind and wise words to gz have helped me too!

Gary's third pottery blog said...

hugs to you, Oook :)

Hawthorn said...

My heart melted when I read that, he is still very very important to you and you are still missing him - that is both obvious and understandable. The pain does end but the memories remain, his love for you shows with his advice to find some one to care for you - xxx

Kerry O'Gorman said...

You'll find a new and different love...keep the faith and the beautiful memories you had.

Zhoen said...

You've seen it once, if you see it again, it will be plain and true.

red dirt girl said...

xxx!

Jo said...

**hugs**