This piece of free style poetry is about a love, perhaps a different kind of love, as we experience many different feelings of love as we live and learn and grow up and grow older. So accept the love in the place you live, in your heart, and never forget it.
When there is grief, so many changes are taking place.
The soul must hold on to that life of which I have
no power, and now I know.
Love is all I ever had to give.
And how do you choose to love
those you love?
How do you choose those you will spend your time with?
How do you survive a broken heart?
You must refill the emptiness
in that heart.
With something bigger, with something eternal.
Eternity is not hard to fathom
especially since time is neither here,
nor there, and you never remember your
birth, and now I wonder…about the memories we will take
as we cross over? Do we know from where we have come?
A part of me desires to live and
I have, even though a part of me has died.
The part I gave to them is forever etched upon my memory.
The hugs, the words, the love in their eyes
and touch had to be like that of heaven.
I’ve only experienced this on Earth. Only God knows the heart.
So death, when you come, do come quickly
as I can only leave behind me the memories
which I could give all over again freely
and that is…
Have a great week! I celebrated my birthday on the fourth and when I found this prose I had written several years ago. Now, I am not ashamed to say my age, or the fact that I have four great-grandchildren, I found this to be parallel to the present stage of my golden years.