World
Apart
Yesterday's
fussings gently tucked away
Each one was grazed upon before
wrapping
Some thorns pricked the eyes to tears
Water from the
soul did fall upon the packages
Each drop seared and sealed
the pages of tissue
Gossamer threads had sewn the seams
Only an
angel could have done such stitching
Time now to close up the
keepsake box
Taming the swell of emotional storm
Hearing a
gentle voice that isn't there
In the heart the longing will
cease
Soon my love, soon
G.R.
Hambley
August 24 2013
Yes I
meant to use the word "grazed" and did not typo.