Terms of Endearment

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 16 Feb 2012
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19 comments
 

At first, you came to me in dreams...
then, I held you, Sweet-Pea; so grew
my pet name for you. Soft, like petals,
your eyelids feathered my breasts,
and the love I felt – like moonshine
on a placid pool.

You lived in me, and I in you; roots
deeply entrenched. I watched you bud,
blossom and bloom; yet a flower
such as this does not die, for on love
it thrives, and nurtured by the heart,
constantly survives.

Though, on your face, precious one,
I may never look again, as sweet-peas,
on my trellis, glisten after April rain,
as I stare, those blue-grey eyes
gaze back at me...all of heaven
mirrored there.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It only remains to thank you, Verdana, for sharing. More than appreciated. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Good evening Tina, this is such a beautiful poem, full of love and tenderness. Thankyou for sharing. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And good evening to you, Jenny;-) Many thanks for reading this one, and for your kind words. Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on
Powerful emotion, tenderly expressed. That's hard Tina, very hard indeed.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, scratch...for reading, and appreciating. Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
New Silver-Spun-Sand You lived in me,and I in you roots deeply entranced. I watched you bud, blossom and bloom; yet a flower such as this does not die,for on love it thrives,and matured by the heart, constantly survives. Just a little beauty,poem and full of love and memories. Very emotional too. Oh! still got my two front teeth, not as bad as it looked. Sorry mess up your poem. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Julie, don't apologise. You have enhanced my poem with your lovely comment and enthusiasm. ABC would be a much duller place without you;-) Many thanks for your words. They are, as always, highly valued. Tina xx

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Blue-grey eyes are the prettiest- I should know as mine are too.. pretty poem and yes very tenderly expressed- I also love sweet peas- ever since I learned Mendel's (which I didn't understand) but it opened my eyes for those beautiful flowers... Lovely Tina.. ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Good morning, Pia;-) Mendel...yes, I vageuly recall. Something about a law of segregation between characterstics. If my memory serves me correctly, one of the theories was, if your eyes are blue, green or grey you have two alleles for blue eyes (bb), then your gametes must have a blue allele (b)...and so on and so forth;-) Anyway, that's way too complicated for me, so I'm definitely with you on that. You are so lucky to have blue-grey eyes. Mine are a sort of non-descript yellowish hazel;-) Many thanks for your lovely comment. Have a good Saturday:-) Tina;-)

 

Submitted by gerardineanne on
Everything in your poem just perfectly balanced. Loved it.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, so very much, gerardineanne. Pleased you thought so;-) Tina

 

Submitted by albamac on
Absolutely beautiful! How do you do that, Tina? Twenty-five years after the death of our sixteen-year-old daughter and I haven't written a word. I'll break that habit, now, by sharing the last thing that she said to me - "help me", she whispered, and we both fell silent. I wish I had your gift!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
albamac, hi there;-) I was deeply touched by your words, this rainy afternoon in East Anglia, and my heart goes out to you. Our daughter, Andrea, was 39 when she died on New Year's Eve, 2007, and had been battling a rare form of cancer from the age of nineteen. Before she died she took great comfort from my poetry, and asked me to continue writing about her, as I had done for many years. Without my poetry, I don't know how I would have coped. It was and is, my saving grace. We all cope in our different ways, and what you shared with me about your daughter is beautiful. Mine wrote me a letter that I have only read twice, and then not properly. One day I will be able to read it, I hope. Time doesn't heal, but certainly in my case, helps me cope as the days go by. Thank you again. It must have taken great courage to write what you did, and I applaud that. Always...one step at a time. Tina

 

Submitted by albamac on
Hi Tina. Soon after I'd written what my heart dictated, my head urged me to delete it. I'm glad I didn't! I'd have locked out all the kindness expressed here.

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Tina, A beautiful but sad poem Yet not really sad as in those "Blue Grey Eyes...all of Heaven is mirrored there" And I feel sure she waits... Albamac's words had me almost in tears too but your poem has hopefully brought someone to the point where they can express their grief. "Help me" That must have been so hard to share but I'm not surprised you, Tina, were the person chosen. Moya
 

Submitted by scratch on
Albamac's post silenced me. I have no words.

 

Submitted by scratch on
Albamac. I cannot conceive of what you speak, neither you dear Silver. God (If there is one) grant me the mercy to be spared that fate. My new baby is due in twenty-one days.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Coming back to Mendel Tina- we learned his Law of genetics (I think we called it that- what you inherit from your family in your genes) by way of his studies of Sweet peas and their different colours and how you can see the DNA etc etc and of course as to which colour eyes you have and hair etc but I was quite fascinated by the different coloured sweet peas- ha ha that's as far as I got with him: gazing at sweet peas.. just had to tell you this-incidentally I flunked my biology exam- too preoccupied with the beauty of sweet peas probably and not listening to the teacher...

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks...for making me smile, and for further explaing Mendel and his sweet peas. Shame about your biology exam, but I think the beauty of sweet peas is far more important. Have a peaceful Sunday;-) Tina