i quit my job before christmas
i get to look for another
my twin daughters are gone-
back to university
i got to be with them
the flu is gone with them
i got to look after them
some of my makeup and clothes went too-
it's like what not to wear without benefits
the tree is gone-
i miss the smell
pictures don't do it justice
the goodies are almost gone-
giving away the rest
the spare room awaits me-
stuff to put away,organize,box
forgot to open the champagne
it may be the day-
to celebrate
to toast
to be
greatful for the
after

Echo's radiate, in a room where laughs were everywhere,
A walk through, brings their absence, their faces not here.
A beautiful relaxed, after-taste of good times..

Mmm, beautiful.
like washing bed linen on monday...
or
waiting for the surgery to show fruition.

twin daughters

Beautiful write teasingbrunette.....
It inspired some quick thoughts....




After

After the candles have burned down.
After two harmonious silhouettes intertwine into passion.
After the physical merge dissipates into dreams.
After dreams are awaken, by a connotative reality.
After mornings gentle touch, upon her canvas skin.
After moments, that imprisons the soul with passion.
After a goodbye kiss, the emptiness begins.
After the minutes, hours, days, years.
After silence, destitute, desire.
After love, heartache is mollified by tears.
After all love, is what love is......



Poem:
MHS©Copyright 2011

Leigh2154...thankyou...tried to get out some of what i was feeling..after.

iam4u... exactly.

Teditis...made me smile..thankyou

manOfewwords....

Up2Us....inspired more than that!...lovely.