poetry – Page 10 – Noellie's Place

Written by Hand

The great wind from wings that she grew, caught in my heart as our fingers withdrew.

Was loving and protective

Knew hate and caused harm

You hold a candle and fresh wick

I have an eternal flame

Long golden locks-same as picture on the box

You’re staring through the window pane

Blind to me, I’m not yet to be

He began to tell me his story and it started with “Amazing Grace” his beautiful bride of 70 years. He never spoke of himself again, only her.

The two have formed one not knowing how to live without the other

You were there, I saw you standing in the back

Will anyone see the pith that stumbled on embedded debris