Charm

Stainless, Background, White, Bracelet

A mere trinket

A small little charm

But the love that was linked to it

Could easily disarm

Any doubts of his loyalty

Any perceived mal-intent

For though not all that valuable

True devotion was clearly meant

It was a love charm

Though it looked like many another

But this one was unique

For in it his whole heart he did offer


Padre (and Feileacan)

Warmth

morguefile.com

Stitches and weaves

Patterned knots and twists

Woollen yarn warm

From neck to the wrists

Knit or crocheted

Or made on a loom

To hold winter at bay

And its accompanying gloom

And of all the jumpers, cardies,

Sweaters, and vests

It are those made by a loved one

That are always best


Padre

The true warmth in winter is found in love.

When Your Eyes Smile

Girl, Woman, Smile, Smiling, Happy

It doesn’t matter how my day has been

What ups and downs – outs and ins

Hectic, crazy, or even full of pain

Your smiling eyes make me whole again

Little expressions – so love filled

How can I not by them be healed

Your smiling eyes they make me whole

And I will ever your love extol


Padre

Complete Again

Padre’s Ramblings

With an empty hole within my life

I am complete again with you as my wife

Your presence has removed my pain

And allowed my to live my life again

You have found me in desparate need

And place in me again love’s seed

Thank you for coming to my side

And with me from now on now abide


Padre

Butterfly Visit

Peacock Butterfly, Butterfly, Leaves
Pixabay

Gracefully, you float in the sunlight’s beam

Vivid hues of brightness against the garden’s green

How is it that you ride on air?

And land so lightly, as if not even there?

You visit briefly amid your to and through

Our encounters all too brief before you must needs go

But even in brevity they mean all to me

And make me long for you again to see

I anxious await for some future day

When you from your labours and travels

Oh my Butterfly, will return to stay


Padre

Weekend Writing Prompt #219 – Vivid in 89 words

Aloft

Hot Air Balloon, Flying, Sky, Floating
Nicolae_Balt at Pixabay

Your love is more precious than the breath of life

You lift me upon wings of emotion

My spirit is lifted aloft on the thermals of your sweet care

I soar above the mundane, and the world and its strife

Each moment with you – all my dreams fulfil

And I climb heaven-wards in your presence

And I pray I forever will


Padre

Trousers

Jeans, Pants, Blue Jeans, Textiles
Pixabay

These are not trousers

A thing to merely wear

They are the expression of love

Of deep concern and care

I did not see the need for them

They were not a thing requested

But they were bought for me all the same

That I would not be neglected

Oh what a gift of foresight

As other garments met their fate

As I took them from my drawer

Memories they did stir

Of how they were given on that day

As a token of love by her

These are not trousers

Something that I wore

These are the fabric of love

And oh – so much more


Padre

dVerse – Poetics: Object Poems

My late wife had the uncanny ability to take care of my material needs, even when I could not see them. This prompt allowed me to recall the day recently, when I was forced to retire some tried and true clothes, to find that I was not in need of going out to replace them, because she had purchased some of my favourite brands before her death. I told her at the time it wasn’t necessary, as I had plenty. Little did I know.