He paddles away without paddling
She talks without moving her lips
They dance together with passion
Doing so without swaying their hips
They sit at the table and eat
Yet never once swallow a bite
Their eyes still filled with loves essence
Oh God what a beautiful sight.
She comes to my mind without asking
Sometimes he will sing me a song
While making the bed In the morning
They’re there to make sure I stay strong
I’m used to their presence completely
I know that they really are dead
But I’ll keep them alive in my memory
Tucked safely away in my head.








And you say you’re not a poet….
This is lovely, Peter
Thanks Mary… you’re too kind and dare I say sizzling hot😜
Oh , geeze….thst damn button.
Yes, dare!
And this is how we honor those lost & still keep going. Beautiful & poignant
Thank you Willow for your comment
Lovely piece! Very well written.
Thanks for reading and the gold star.
Beautifully penned, Peter. Incredible spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Beautiful
Absolutely 💯 beautiful like others have said. I’m sure your friend loved it and very grateful to you.
That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing Peter.❤️
There’s a warmth in this that feels like a small flame kept alive. A blessing for the ones we carry.
Thanks for reading and liking Grace or Curly?
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You’re welcome, Peter. Call me either, I don’t mine. 🙂