Tag: Poetry | Nancy Lou Henderson

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: 54

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: 54

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:...

Hands

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Hands Soft, plump, smooth, and small, little Hands. Busy, touching, feeling, and moving, Inquisitive Hands Massaged, manicured, delicate, and weak, pretty Hands Large, strong, callused, and tough, working Hands Wringing, shaking, tapping, and distraught, nervous Hands. Wrinkled, aged, comforting, and kind, experienced Hands Hits: 63