by CailinCallaghanJennings, Florida, USA
May 2013 821 Views 9 comments
What I Miss
His eyes,
shining
when they catch
my gaze,
ever present
upon him;
The love
in his voice
when he laughs
at my ongoing
antics,
designed
to make him
certain
happiness has,
at last,
found him;
The feeling
of his heart
hammering
in my own chest
as we hold each other
even in rest;
His hands
in my hair;
The scent of him
on the sheets,
weeping
from the hamper,
everywhere…
The sound
of my name
upon his lips;
His chest
against my back,
legs tangled
with mine,
while we sleep,
or at least
I try—
too enamoured
to miss
a single
blessed moment
of gazing
upon his sweet visage,
or the chance
to steal
"just
one
more
kiss".
Callaghan Grant May 2, 2013
An Faolchu Gaelach
shining
when they catch
my gaze,
ever present
upon him;
The love
in his voice
when he laughs
at my ongoing
antics,
designed
to make him
certain
happiness has,
at last,
found him;
The feeling
of his heart
hammering
in my own chest
as we hold each other
even in rest;
His hands
in my hair;
The scent of him
on the sheets,
weeping
from the hamper,
everywhere…
The sound
of my name
upon his lips;
His chest
against my back,
legs tangled
with mine,
while we sleep,
or at least
I try—
too enamoured
to miss
a single
blessed moment
of gazing
upon his sweet visage,
or the chance
to steal
"just
one
more
kiss".
Callaghan Grant May 2, 2013
An Faolchu Gaelach
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Posted: May 2013
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Written very recently as I considered the very simple things that make the committed presence of a man in my company so comforting.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (9)
this is truly beautiful,
the most powerful experiences are simple,
are free..
you really did capture that here, in such
a lovely way
I have my Daddy's comb, given to me after he passed by his wife, and one of his jackets. When I find myself missing him I smell his comb and, when I need a hug, I put on his jacket and let his scent envelop me.
Scent is such a marvellous modality for interacting with the world.
Thank you for your enjoyment of my offering.
Every word just works like a fine piece of Art...
Beautiful read Stunning thoughts
Just loved this amazing write
Thank you for sharing
Much love to you all...
"One special someone"... thank you for sharing CalinCallaghan..
Ach! I should not think about these things I miss as I'll soon forget all the blessings I do have...
I am blessed to have pleased you by echoing your own sentiments.
Love,
Cailin