Time flies by so quickly, and during this my time of being tested and strengthened by hardships I’ve neglected this blog. My apologies to those who regularly seek encouragement or edification or even spiritual understanding from this little blog.
In a weekly writing challenge from a community of Christian writers FaithWriters, I had won an Editor’s Choice Award for this little poem. I was shocked at the attention it garnered, because of how simple it is, and easy to write. It’s one of those that sort of writes itself once the thoughts have been established. I believe some of you may be blessed by it and for that reason I present it here today.
Love Fills The Void
Each day is now a mirrored image,
Of all drab days crept passed before,
Solitude, living a lonely scrimmage,
As a life approaches that final door.
Silvery wisps stray over age splotched face,
Drooping, wet eyes gaze at the telephone,
While setting the table for just one place,
Pleading, “Lord I don’t want to die alone”
Memories bring fuzzy warm light, until,
Her husband’s face, dissolved in time,
Flies away from off the window sill,
Alzheimer’s dark halls of larcenous crime.
Knock-knock, hope on other side of the door,
Burst, turtle’s pace surges, bent back shuffle,
Is it a friend, neighbor, a smiling face to adore?
She wrestles the knob like a slippery truffle.
Leaping heart dances answering hope’s call,
As the door thrown wide reveals no-one there,
Muffled sounds on her inviting ears fall,
Beneath boxed up blankets placed with care.
Four hungry eyes clumsily appear,
Mewing, yipping and springing to share,
Wet lickety kisses with furry faced stare,
Abandoned unloved yet not shedding a tear.
Puppy and kitten fly from their cart,
Summersaulting into an open heart,
In through the doorway to jump and romp,
The house is alive with youthful pomp.
Puffing for air after delightful chase,
Two critters are scruffed, then set down in place,
Till into her lap both snuggle and moan,
For love is what makes any place home.
Three love starved creatures found one another,
Healed by caring instincts of a mother,
Companionship sates ravenous hunger,
Her mind rewound to twenty years younger.
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