I have been too long away
from this garden.
I have forgotten the feel of the living
earth in my hands,
the feel of dew soft on my
fingertips,
the sound of birds greeting
the new day.
Mostly, I have forgotten
the feeling of belonging,
the morning walks
and the conversations,
and the sound of a voice
so sweet,
the birds stop their singing.
The joy, that none other
could ever know …
yes, it is that joy I have
missed the most.
for the ‘garden’ prompt at Poetic Bloomings.
Awakened Words 
That makes my heart ache. So poignant.
Wonderfully versatile; might apply to so many things. Happy Christmas, Mark.
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A sweet and tender write – filled with emotion and poignancy – lovely – K
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