Black dress sweeps the floor
Crows wings settling from flight
Watching through tears she holds a candle
As she did for nights he spent at sea
Days passed they blended ~ she didn’t feel the wax
As it burnt against her skin
Was he now a ghost ~ or was she
Ramblings From A Mum 
Wow. A very powerful poem, Jen. Try to be good to yourself while you go through this tough time.
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Just hugsss with love.
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❤ ❤ ❤ Ouch, the hurt. Sending virtual hugs. Catch?
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Jen, I really liked the haunting words which you chose to end this poetic short tale of longing. Good question. ♡
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Love you. . . Hope you have a lovely weekend and possible “escape.” Maybe a tree house sleepover for you and Mr. S? 🙂 xoxo
Sadly no, but a lovely thought ~ hugs, love you too ❤️
This was a hope, Jen. Wishes are sent your way for a special, relaxing time. . . ♡♡♡
Jen. Wrapping my arms around you and squeezing you tightly. Another cold weekend with snow here! Yuck! I have to have my right eye “measured for a cataract” next Friday. Not scary just disheartening. Already have had both eyes lasered for narrow eye glaucoma. Take care and sorry I don’t chat more on computer. . . ♡ xo ♡
Hey we all have our bits to get through, so don’t apologise for anything. I hope your eye is ok. I need to get mine checked, seems for reading a stronger pair of glasses each year now. Almost Autumn here, keep warm. ❤️ xx
Keep “you” safe, while you are keeping Mumma and Poppa P. safe and sound. You are always worrying or considering others, Jen. ❤
Happy Wearing of the Green, dear lassie! 🙂 ❤
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ooh, excellent, jen. i love haunted tales connected to the sea –
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oh jenni – it is good to hear from you, but also makes me pause to know what you are going through right now. It is so hard. So so hard. Hang in there! sending hugs
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Jen this is exquisite. Holding that candle and not feeling the hot wax…. makes me kind of wish she could feel the wax. Beautiful.
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Jen, this reminds me of old Irish ballads of sailors being swept up in villages by the British and being conscripted into the navy, never to return to their loved ones. Haunting poem. Hugs to you through this stressful time. ❤
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Jen, are you the ghost lost in coping. Know that we pray for you!
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