I still see clearly
The laughter
In her eyes,
Oft times
Meant but to hide
The anguish
Felt inside,
Or hold back
A mother’s tears
When in its stead
A warm embrace
Would take the place…
The while unknown
Her sheep said black,
Set to make tracks
Upon a world untried,
He’d soon discern
Life’s perilous facts,
Bids not an easy ride…
When he awakens
To look back
On years ago,
The lines of colour
Have so blurred,
He barely sees
The faded image,
For what he’d lived,
Be but reflections
Left in a changing eye,
Time now finds to obscure!
Poetry on a canapé 
It’s what we do, isn’t it. Show our acceptable face while hiding all the pain. I’ve been thinking along these lines of late, in writing and life situations. To let be, to show, what is, can really be a challenge and way to vulnerable to express at times to most others. Very lovely poem, my friend, filled with deep emotions.
Flashbacks of times gone by, remembering the naïve innocence of a growing up overpowering need to discover, and the wake we leave along the way. It takes all these years to try to imagine a semblance of what emotional turmoil we impose. Yet she just smiled and, in an unimposing facial expressive way, let you know she would be there for you no matter the circumstances. Thank you again dear friend. Jean-Jacques
A powerful and truly loving friend. A once in a lifetime find, when it is “no matter the circumstances” loyal and steadfast. I’m bless with that in my partner. Deeply moved by your words.
Indeed a rare and fortunate stroke of life’s gifts. Mostly a once in a lifetime gift. For me, and for some mysterious reason, lightening struck twice, because all those years later, lady Marianne and I, so to speak tripped the light fantastic, and it has been so ever since! I can’t claim an Irishman’s luck, cause the only thing Irish about me was once having black hair and blue eyes. I still have the blue eyes. Jean-Jacques
U R lucky, indeed! Me too.
Absolutely! Jean-Jacques