For the love I lost
I loved the way the sun's first rays turned your eyes to gold
I loved your smile, shy and ever so slightly wistful
... dopey
and I loved your voice... that west country accent, refined by public school tutors ...
yet alive with the mystery of your mother's Irish brogue.
I loved listening as you played guitar by our camp fire in the wood
Muskrat Love.... Song Bird ....
I loved the way you played piano like Jerry Lee ...
and the drums
forever trying to be as good as Moon.
I loved how you never swore or told dirty jokes
I loved how ... for some stupid reason ... you could never manage to keep the toothpaste on your brush
I loved watching you in the bath eating Milky Bars and drinking wine!
You were my Milky Bar Kid ... and a true gentleman!
I loved how much alike we were in so many ways ... like two sides of the same coin they said
More than soul mates.
I loved you...
You loved the quiet places
the rolling, empty oceans, sailing the Pacific, the vast Atlantic, the perilous Antarctic
You loved the scorched solitude of deserts ... the Namibian, the Kalahari
the vast Whispering Sands of the Takla Makan.
You loved woods and rivers
sleeping beneath the stars
You loved books and music
You loved your children and your grandchildren.
You loved your goats and my "rabbut"....
And for some strange reason.... you loved me!
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For
Peter Joseph Reynolds
13-6-1958 to 1-12-2009
In memory of our love and the seven months we shared.
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WOOD POETRY
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by a life in an English wood. Meet the animals and birds. Experience the seasons. Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the mist and the snow.
