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For a Moment

Updated on January 4, 2011

She sometimes would sit and look at his photograph

Tracing the outline of his face with her fingertip

Sometimes a tear would silently escape down her cheek

As she remembered his sweetness and the good times they shared

His eyes gazed back at her from the picture

She recalled how sometimes she’d sit for hours

Looking into them watching as they’d change

Colors with each passing mood and

Then he would passionately place a kiss

On her lips breathing in her rose scent

Sometimes all they needed was each other

The world stayed at a distance not daring

To intrude on their nirvana

Sometimes he’d sing to her his mellifluous voice

Touching her heart, she’d answer back with a

Song of her own

Sometimes there was no need for words between them

They spoke with eyes so true beholding every emotion

Once again she’d take a look at his photograph seeing all the good in him

And giving thanks for a love so real never taken for granted

Sometimes she’d wish the time would pass by quickly

So she could replace the picture and have

Him in her arms, sometimes time was just

Too long but worthwhile when he walked through the

Door with opened arms welcoming her love and she'd be

Contented he’s home placing the picture away


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    • miss_jkim profile image

      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Nice poem,

      As a former military wife, I can very much identify with this poem.

    • 1person profile image

      1person 7 years ago from NC, USA

      Love the imagery.

      Poignant and rich.

    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 7 years ago from Great Britain

      What a wonderful feeling, to love like that. Beautiful poem. Thank you.