Wait for me on the edge of sunrise
among dreams where the shadows play.
When I wake, I will see your eyes,
and your smile reflected in my morning tea
will accompany me throughout the day,
protecting me from this bitter grief.
Wait for me on the edge of noon,
where the spring breeze teases trees,
and the comforting warmth of the midday sun
reminds me of your tender caresss,
your steadying hand and your sense of fun,
a lifetime of love and happiness.
You are the one I will not forget
until we meet again on the edge of sunset.
Kim M. Russell, 25th April 2021
Image by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five
Today our challenge is to write an ‘occasional’, one that is suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. The opening lines first came to me after watching part of Prince Philip’s funeral, when the Queen looked so small and lost all on her own in a pew.
writing in north norfolk 
❤️
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What a beautiful heart-grabber-of-a poem!
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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Lovely. Yes, I agree. The Queen looked, at once, so regal and everyday; so familiar. Well done!
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Thank you, Nick.
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This is so heartwarming and comforting! ✨
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Thank you, Rachael!
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Lovely poem…..
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Thank you, Kim.
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How lovely to turn grief into optimism, Kim. Loved “your smile reflected in my morning tea”.
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Thank you Marilyn. I really felt for her majesty when I saw her all one in that pew. She looked to do small and fragile.
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She really did. It broke my heart.
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Sweet! And made sweeter by the image of the poor Queen. How awful to have to grieve in public. 😦 Is it a real life, being a monarch? Or just one long play?
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Thank you so much! It must be a real life for the Queen, she’s been doing it for so long.
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OMG, KR. This is awesome sonnetics! I’m blown away, esp by those spring breezes teasing the trees,
and the the midday sun’s comforting warmth.
Thanks!
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Cheers Ron. I put myself in the Queen’s shoes, wondered how I would feel in her place, and the sonnet arrived, albeit with its middle missing. I found it this morning, tweaked it a bit, and I found myself with an ‘occasion’ poem.
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So wonderful KIm!
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Thank you very much!
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The morning tea is such an oracle. And the mist is like someone we loved.
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