Tag: Poetry | Nancy Lou Henderson

Always There

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I am feeling overwhelmed, and then you touched my hair, reminding me, you are always there. You are living in Heaven, now far away, sending loving touches to me today. I am thanking God for the gift of you, giving me a sweet love so true. I am reminded of the life we shared, remembering how much adventure we dared. I am writing this poem to remind me each day, receiving love from you is never far away. Hits: 76

I Miss You

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I miss the man who held my hand as we walked together through this life. I miss your beautiful-dimpled cheeks with a smile that made my heart come alive. I miss you having faith in me to become anything without fear. I miss your physical body always being near. I miss the way you gently brushed my hair, while I sat on the floor in front of your chair. I miss you holding me close and drying my tears. I miss you saying, I love you softly in my ears. I miss you listening to me without interruptions, letting me come to my own conclusions. I miss you allowing me to make mistakes without...

When Kitty Visits

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When Kitty Visits You come to visit for just a little while, and with each visit you make me smile. I do not know your name, but it does not matter. Your warmth and love make the Angels gather. As I rub your soft fur, you roll and purr at my feet. I am comforted by your affection which is beyond sweet. Soon you will prance across the grass to your home. I am truly blessed by your visit when you roam. Hits: 64

The Soldier

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The Soldier I am wet and cold, but I forge ahead. I am tired and hungry, but I am not dead. I am nervous and scared, but I fight for you. I am lonely and miss home, but this I must do. I am a soldier among many in a foreign land. I am a child of God and He holds my hand. By Lou 11/11/2020 Hits: 63

Watching You

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Running, leaping, dancing along the electric line, watching, praying you will be fine. Straddling, clinging, sleeping on the branch of a tree, wondering, questioning if you see me. Flipping, rushing, fleeing from a Mocking bird, laughing, knowing that you heard. Digging, covering, patting the ground, loving, seeing, as you look around. Jumping, straddling, holding on to the feeder, smiling, waiting for a wobble or teeter. Sitting, looking, observing the world, praying, hoping if you are my squirrel Hits:...