Come to my little hearth, sit a while while I fill the kettle and brew you some

Hold my hand as we feel the trickle of time brush us by

I'll write poetry again if I could

You would read a line or two and smile a little

Our hearts would sing if they could

Perhaps it is all in this memory

Stored away, still

Replete with wishes and warm hugs

Missings and musings

My cold hands warmed by yours

We live on in this moment

Sacred and a little lost

The fire crackles softly as she turns the page

The tinkle of the knitting needles 

The crinkle of her eyes behind the glasses

The warm glow of your eternal spring

No more words

Just contentment

Stay.


#reverie 

#persephone_writes

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