Written for: Poetic Bloomings2, Prompt #418 - Uncommon Love
"Today, as much of the world celebrates Christmas Day, let’s turn our hearts to love. Not just the way we Americans use the word (I love my coat; I love your hair; I love this song), but love in the truest and purest sense of the word."
if the tenderness,
and love I feel
no longer with us,
is more intense
than when I could see,
and speak with them.
I hope those emotions
shone through, were felt.
I hope they brought light
into their lives, in the same
way they lit up mine.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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