December 28, 2022
December 28, 2022
I wish you'd never gone away; I wish you were still here.
Would that I could blot the pain of those intervening years.
And with pretended confidence I hide the truth from view,
That without you here beside me my prospects are sad and few.
Nigh twenty years these cords of love, like silken gossamer strands
Cling unrequited, their tendrils strong, pursuant to love's demands.
Like so many clones the passing days give silent witness still
To the meaning of "forever" in the covenant we sought to fill.
Marguerite Lynn Morin
December 18/22
For Bruce. Ever and always.
Would that I could blot the pain of those intervening years.
And with pretended confidence I hide the truth from view,
That without you here beside me my prospects are sad and few.
Nigh twenty years these cords of love, like silken gossamer strands
Cling unrequited, their tendrils strong, pursuant to love's demands.
Like so many clones the passing days give silent witness still
To the meaning of "forever" in the covenant we sought to fill.
Marguerite Lynn Morin
December 18/22
For Bruce. Ever and always.