The Old Hammock In The Backyard

Days gone by........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The old hammock is a solace for a grieving soul

Cushions the pain that flows

When her eyes open to meet the day,

and close to meet the night, her body pressed

against the hammock, she dreams of him

 

Each moment of her life is a recollection of remembrance

Sun kissed days bring Butterfly kisses from his lips of love

Dew drops from the weeping willow tree touch her sweet

misty tears as she lays underneath on the old hammock

She watches the silken blue sky fade into another stary night

 

The wind breathes his history upon this land

Existence of happiness lingers in the air

Shadows of their time together develops into beautiful color

Although he's gone, it's as if he still there

Eyes see him everywhere, and the ache in her heart lightens

with inexpressible joy

Holding onto his love baths her in sanity

 

The old hammock brings pleasurable moments

Laughter echos through the backyard

Wrapped in his arms, swaying back and forth spending time together

Making up after accusations lashed at one another

Regain of loving feelings restored

Their story is weaved into the net of the old hammock

 

The breath in her lungs burn for release

Life without him is hopelessly lonely

When her eyes open to meet the day,

and closes to meet the night she dreams of him and her

laying in the hammock in their backyard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A beautifully melancholic reflective write..
Nicely done Kathy..

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thanks Joe!

[Alicia Schroeder]

Beautifully written :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thanks!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

The level of comfort within the beauty of nature...along with the one love of her heart really turned on me in the end with the heartache and loneliness. This is amazing work. The emotions are absolutely stunning.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you so much!

[Poetic Beauty]

It is amazing how some objects or material possessions can give us solace and bring up fond memories. I love the way this is written and the sentimental value in this is great

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thanks very much!

[Valentine]

You have brought the feeling of deep dispair out in thde open..showing exactly what she is feeling..The hammock made me think of my dad when we lived in Michigan..out in the yard..reading the paper..nice memory...thank you for that..Love kathie

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Tina Kline]

How very sad I think. We all have things eventually that remind us of a loved one gone, how we treasure these things. For we know they will never give us a gift again. In the poem I'm sure the hammock has a similar meaning for her. She will never make another special place with him. A really wonderful poem!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you very much!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh yes certain objects, smells or sounds can bring back memories like hurricane sweeping through the heart. A beautiful piece of poetry.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thank you!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

hauntingly beautiful........

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Thanks!