After many, many hours in the car,
through spring blizzards and shine,
over passes and through tunnels,
we have conversed about loneliness
and loss, isolation and struggle,
we’ve found laughter inside
awkwardnesses and cried
for reasons we don’t understand
and we have solved nothing
of the world’s problems, nor our own,
but in this last hour, a lovely
silence joins us in the car,
all those unanswered questions
somehow content to look out the window
and admire with us the white rumps of elk
and the mountains newly covered
with snow, so much already
growing beneath the white.
I love this poem, which I sent to my husband and daughter after one of our daughters had a meaningful visit us this weekend. A powerful poem about intimate moments and silence.
Thanks dear Betsyâyes, a certain silence can be such a welcome and warm companion. Hugs to you!
r
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Monday, May 1, 2017 at 10:17 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Almost Home”
“all those unanswered questions
somehow content to look out the window”
Perfect.
Thank you! There sure were a lot of them!
All the best,
r
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From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Tuesday, May 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Almost Home”