Oh Liadan

Oh my dear Liadan,

I have missed your

smiling face, your

helpful ways, your

warmth in bed.

Oh, my dear Liadan,

to see you and hear you

everyday,

every hour,

every minute,

will bring passion back

into this home.

Oh my dear Liadan,

this home you built,

the way it’s decorated.

it’s feeling when you’re

here, is beyond words.

Oh my dear Liadan,

my love, my life,

the flame that lights

our home, heats my

soul, fills this space.

It will be a blessing

from God to see you again.

Author notes

This poem entry is a bit Whiman-esq, but perhaps can warm a soul, a heart or two.

By me, right now

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Poetryintheblood
October 30, 2008
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Thank you for your beautifully expressed entry, Josie
Silver Sionnach
October 27, 2008

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Warmed, indeed! I am positively moved by the kindness and heart in this poem. I cannot thank you enough. Lencio is right, my husband would love to read this aloud to me (though he's now exhausted and sleeping from taking care of our two young sons). But thank you for this. I am deeply touched.

~ Li
Lencio Rodrigues
October 26, 2008

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Beautiful, I can visualise how Draven could be reciting this poem for his beloved wife Liadan. This poem will certainly warm the hearts of the entire family, I am sure of this. I truly loved the 4th verse, it's rather painful to see all the things that is done by those we lose and remember them, thankfully God had brought Liadan back to us and we can now rejoice, and see as she further decorates Very soon, all our hearts will be warmed by her presence here too.

Thank you for writing his truly fulfilling poem.

Love and light,
Lencio
misticmoonlite
October 26, 2008

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ahhhh
this is cute i hope she has a smile as it did put one on me, nice and sweet poem for your friend,
good luck
Linda