Sunday, September 6, 2020

If Only In My Mind

 IF ONLY IN MY MIND

Missing You 💔 

 The beauty that surrounds me happens slowly with time stitching together all the colors, the hues, the glows that make up a wonderful life. If Only In My Mind

The curtains blow
The songs sound
The instruments play
The children laugh
If only for a day, they have set my heart aglow 
This thing we built 56 years ago
The musician, the man
The individual being that is so worn now
The weary tired lines
The pain he ignores
The one and only that I’ve adored 
It can’t go on
It can’t continue
But each minute, I carry within me
The beauty, the glow that surrounds me
If only in My Mind

© If Only In My Mind ~ Patricia B. all rights reserved

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12 comments:

  1. Gillena CoxSeptember 6, 2020 at 12:13 PM

    Beautiful poem. Happy Sunday.

    Much💝love

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    1. Peabea ScribblesSeptember 6, 2020 at 3:26 PM

      Thanks so much Gillena. I couldn't find if you have a blog so I could come visit. Appreciate you stopping by. ~hugs~

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  2. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 6, 2020 at 3:21 PM

    The mind is really good at sharing with the heart. So, it is wonderful to hold on to positive memories, even if only in one's mind. There are not "ifs", when it comes to the gifts that happy thoughts bring.

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    1. Peabea ScribblesSeptember 6, 2020 at 3:27 PM

      Hi Magaly. Thanks for visiting. I visited you and like your poem over there. Have a great week. ~hugs~

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  3. robkistnerSeptember 6, 2020 at 6:49 PM

    Nice Peabea... :)

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  4. HelenSeptember 6, 2020 at 9:05 PM

    If only for a day, sometimes that is all we need. Happy Sunday blog friend.

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  5. aspiritofsimplicitySeptember 7, 2020 at 6:42 AM

    That is so beautiful. I find writing to be a salve for a grieving heart.

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    1. Peabea ScribblesSeptember 8, 2020 at 6:54 PM

      Hi Spirit, so true, I've always loved to do a Diary when young, and then journal some now. I actually wrote this some years back kinda based on when my kids were all grown, but now it also fits the loss of my husband.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 7, 2020 at 11:50 AM

    It is the memories we carry that are our real treasure. Lovely, Patricia.

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    1. Peabea ScribblesSeptember 8, 2020 at 6:55 PM

      Hi Sherry, thanks for visiting. So true some are like vivid photos that pop in now and then. :)

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