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Sometimes, to feel
is all that is needed.
© 2023 H. WEND, Dear Jo-Anne
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‘Meet Me There’ — by H. WEND
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Written by H. WEND, May 17th, 2023.
I’m thinking about
the moments we spent together
within our daydreams.
My memories
of the family room in the back,
the hazy days
when the sun shined
through the windows
are fading.
Share yours with me,
and I’ll share mine.
Everything is within grasp.
Even a home beyond brass gates
sprawled across an acre or two.
Tell me about the colour blue—
curtains in your kitchen.
Tell me about the foyer table,
the vase,
and lily of the valley.
Share something sweet with me.
Tell me where you are,
lost in the daydream.
You’ve got that look in your eyes.
Meet me there—
we’ll talk about what will be.
Let’s get lost again,
over something sweet.
Where are you—
now?
It’s been so long.
I’ll build the things—
the home sprawled across green grass,
a circular driveway,
a bench beneath a great big tree.
I walk empty hallways,
holding something sweet,
untouched blue curtains,
furniture made of pine.
Walls your hands will never graze.
The hope I’d find you,
curled up on your bed—
fitted with floral-print sheets,
watching a midday film,
grows empty.
The only dreams I share with you—
now,
are the ones long gone
and the ones that awaken
when I fall sleep.
But dreams—
They’re all I have.
Dreams with empty halls,
a quiet kitchen with blue curtains,
and furniture made of pine.
Meet me there—
on the bench
beneath the great big tree.
© H. WEND 2023 Dear Jo-Anne
‘I Dreamt of You’ — by H. WEND
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Written by H. WEND. January 5th, 2023.
Today marks 4 years since my mum’s passing, which seems absolutely surreal. Today, I thought I’d share a piece of writing I made recently in thought of her.
I Dreamt of You
by H. WEND
The sky nearing sunset,
© H. WEND 2023 Dear Jo-Anne
We sat on a hill;
Our favourite place.
Lush green grass beneath us,
A bed of sunflowers.
Just us and the world.
As it had always been.
We were watching the sky,
As the sun began to fall;
Soft pink and orange hues,
Purple ink bled through scattered clouds.
I saw the evening light touch your face…
Your skin, your green speckled eyes–
Illuminated by the light.
It was as if,
Maybe,
You had never left.
The wind blew a gentle breeze.
I took a deep breath.
Suddenly, I realised the depth
Of missing you.
Desperation filled my lungs,
My heart grew heavy.
“Mum,” I whispered,
“I don’t want this to end.”
The wind grew stronger,
Singing as it swirled around us.
You smiled, took my hand in yours,
And, you said,
“We don’t have much longer,
Stay in this moment with me.”
Then you nodded toward the sunset;
An array of the most beautiful colours
Painted across the sky before us.
And us,
At the edge of night.
Our world;
Slowly fading, slowly fading.
It was painstakingly beautiful,
It was all too familiar,
It was ‘Goodbye’.
Dear Jo-Anne 