Does your hem leave a message
“I was here” in the dust
one last passing memory
a soft remaining touch
your hand ever steady
sweep the last of the day
fingers part foggy mist
like a scene in a play
as our lives ever on
there is so much to say
but to friends it’s enough
gentle kiss blow your way
The prompt at A Prompt Each Day: Through Thick and Through Thin just seems what friends are and what they do…
I am grateful to each of you for the gentle words you say, the laughter you leave behind, and the Smiles!
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Sorry, read ‘hem’ as ‘hen’ and confused myself for a minute – makes sense now. Thank you G:)
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Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading it.
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This poem reminds me of the story of the woman with the issue of blood from the gospels.
” if I can just touch the hem of His garment.”
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Gorgeous images there. I, too, thought of the woman with the issue of blood touching the Savior’s hem. Always hopeful of making a lasting impact on friends and, thereby, maybe a modest corner of the world. Very grateful for you, my friend.
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Im glad you picked that up because that was an image in my head – to have made such a connection with His hem.
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__Often, that, that you didn’t want to have happened, becomes a personal, and valued keepsake. _m
Dust meets the damp, to stain the cloth I wear,
This traveled dye remains, to say that I was there.
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I make too many errors in life. Here, -happened- should be -happen- not ed
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The dye is a significant marker Doug.
You are silly it’s so easy on a computer to make an error – it means we are human
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Beautiful poem, Leslie.
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lovely visuals on this piece… the use of hems so perfect… hey, how’s that book coming along
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Liked the way you addressed the prompt…friends are indeed always present in some form.
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My first visit here and I am happy.. It’s a lovely poem.. great work ..
RS:)
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This is beautiful … love the concluding lines too 🙂
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