you caught me
hands outstretched
autumn leaves, before they touched the ground
and crumpled underfoot
you held me up
to see the moon
to witness love
to breathe in stars
you cradled my tears before they hit the floor
had the chance to evaporate
you held me up
to watch rainbows
to close my eyes in peace
to wet my feet in rivers
Ramblings From A Mum 
This is gorgeous Jenny I definitely feel a sense of compassion and support
Thanks you Yves…having someone be your rock, is support in the best possible way 🙂
Absolutely =)
love and support at their finest )
This is true Beth – thanks hun x
Very pretty.
Shucks and why thank ya ma’am 🙂 x
🙂
sounds like they played an important role in your life….
happy saturday….smiles.
Hello are you early or am I late? Just hit 12am Sunday morning here ~ ah yes this is my Mr.S ~ but I think it could apply to anyone who brings another joy ~ don’t you? ~ smiles
Beautiful Jenny, full of expressions of love.
thank you my dear friend 🙂
The comfort in the security of another. Marvelous, and well expressed. 🙂
bless ya cotton socks Tess – thank you 🙂 x
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I love this! What a lovely poem! 🙂
blushing yet again – thanks honey 🙂 x
And thats, my darling J, is how wonderfully one writes about love! This is beautiful, touching and oh so true…
aww thank you sweetheart, too kind ~ but that is you 🙂 x
The person who gives us strength. I’m glad I have that person too.:)
and I am glad you have that person 🙂 x
Oooh goosebumps…. That’s how I feel about B. It’s so lovely Jen. I can see Mr S in every word.
Simple and powerful. You are such a great writer.
xxx
Hello beautiful 🙂 I know you do – thank you darling, I blush so when you and others make comments like this. I just write – great is in the eye of the reader and more so than the eye of the writer xxx
Being there for another, simply beautiful. What love in depth means. x
thanks sweety – appreciated xx
Just lovely Jen–
thank you and it’s just lovely to see you visit 🙂
Been too long, dear.
Been too busy for words.
It’s hard for me to be a good consistent follower these days, so I’ll probably just pop in and run screaming down your hallways (or should I say shop-aisles?) every now and again…being a kind of intermittent psycho stalker follower. 😉
doesn’t matter what type of follower you want to be, the door is open and you are always welcome..shut up about the aisles 😉