cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Dinner Music

The hour before my simple meal
Indulgence now I’m on my own
Spent in playing solitaire
Accompanied occasionally
By a long-loved symphony.
Now melodies of a different sort
Flood in and wrap around my heart.

Before my leaving home and mate
But knowing then that we would part
We heard this very symphony.
Seated next to him I felt the bond
Of human touch that knows no end.
Memory replenishes my longing soul
And sings to me that I have not yet grown old.

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Full Moon and Empty Arms

White hair can’t disguise
Longing heart that beats within
When I hear that song.

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