Doorway framed
observing,
wondering about a
lifetime of
patterns
his snoring, her
gentle breathing
shaped like
spoons facing
each other
lying unmoving,
imagining if in
dreaming each
one tells the
other the one
feeling left
unsaid, to please
hold me until
I’m gone
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Wonderful piece for your mom and dad who I am sure spent a lifetime loving each other even if they recognized each other had faults.Love is like that, good, bad, indifferent but worth every moment.
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So touching. I didn’t grow up around this type of love, but I found it with Lex. “Please hold me until I’m gone” being unsaid sometimes means it needn’t be said at all… lovely. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/06/23/whos-crying-now/
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Very touching words Renee xx
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the story of a beautiful, true love. loved it very much renee. very, very much.
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You draw a vivid image with your words. “Hold me til I’m gone” says so much of feelings that are often hard to express. Wonderful poem Renee,
Elizabeth
http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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I love it, too – I agree with my precursors. The image matches your poem so well – united through time and space, I would say.
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Wow, that made me cry mom! I could see what you saw all to well! Those two were soul mates, I truly believe! I am sure as every breath I take that nana is waiting for papa as we speak so that when he joins her they can people watch together and she can call him an old fool again! I miss her! I love you mom!
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