Thursday, September 9, 2010


One night, when we showed up for dinner,
this painting stood on an easel
by the door.
Your colors so delicious,
so perfectly capturing
this home we've grown to love so much...
my heart leapt in recognition,
just as it did
the day we met:
you have a way of knowing
what needs to be seen
and what needs to be said.
To discover that our husbands
could be close as well
was icing on a cake
already sweet.
And now this painting hangs
at the bottom of the stairs;
I cannot pass
without thinking of you both
and missing him.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

Such a lovely painting. May it bring you comfort.