August 11, 2008
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Waving
I wrote to a group of friends yesterday that I had “waved until their I-love-you hand signs disappeared around the corner and I couldn’t see them any more”. This morning I received this poem from my friend Sarah.
Waving at your I-Love-You hands
Watching them fade away,
Waiting to see
them come back again,
Back to our home some day.
Missing the touch of
I-Love-You hands,
Stroking my hair and face,
Holding, strengthening,
carefully keeping
The world in it’s over-there place.
Knowing wherever
I-Love-You hands go
How calloused and hard they become,
That their
softness stays in the love in your eyes,
And they’ll return and your words
will come.
No more need for I-Love-You hands,
When I-Love-You feet
bring you home,
When my-love-you ears hear I-love-you voice
And our
separate days are done.
I have some really good friends.
I wish there was a smiley with a tear.
Comments (5)
Wow, that’s beautiful! Yes, friends are such a blessing! In a day or so, I plan to start a “series” about friendship, as I will be going next month to visit my very closest friend for 5 days and I’m so excited about it. Come by and read it, okay? I love your ocean background! LOVELY!!! Blessings! ~ Chris
Wow.. such a beautiful poem….Glad I caught it.
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this with us, sis. Love you.
Your sis in Christ,
Suz
That is beautiful..thanks Sarah…I love you, Blue…
Oh, that’s beautiful! I love it!
I love you,
Lizzie