Sunshine belies her feelings
The only hue she sees today is gray
She woke up this morning
missing him. It’s been ten years
since he died…Some say ‘passed away’
but she calls it like it is…he died
And took with him, his laughter
big, bearded and boisterous
a Santa in the making, a coach for all seasons
her beloved husband, father of her children
Oh the pain of it, the why of it
She spies a crayon on the ground
of course it’s gray she thinks, just like the day
And then a thought…could it be from him?
A child would call this crayon silver
and so would he
Jean E. Taddonio
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Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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