It is so sweet to know she was so loved and that he dared to write about it in this lovely poem.
rated with love

So very nice. It is nice to see evidence of long love.

Beautiful. What a wonderful wife and mom she was. Is.

Tom...

From the heart.. stupendous

It makes a place in the heart....does it not? This is a discovery that stays for all the years, for families not yet formed, babies not yet born.

Beautiful, strong love. Thank you for sharing this work.
Rated.

Just beautiful!! RATED!

Wonderful that he could say it like this. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for sharing this. Very cool that your dad wrote this.

Trust that you are doing okay.

This brings to mind that silly phrase,
( I don’t know if you know it, Alex)
but I am sure Thomas does:
“He’s a poet/but he don’t know it!”

The exquisite beauty of his soul is apparent:
“Your laughter carried far
By the cold winter wind”

(let us hope it will ALWAYS reach him, and I think it will,
For he had a soulmate, and soulmates do not abandon you….)


“
I see you still
In nature…


And the faces of our children”


Two very different yet conjoined things.
To see her still in nature! That is where she dwells now, and
Nature will be kind and loving to Thomas now that his Julie is there
to give it hints & suggestions of how to honor the other
half of his soul…

and how to receive them..


and of course the children, brought up from Nature,
into souls he helped to craft,
souls that will offer him succor and
sustainability for the hard road ahead,
w/o the physical grace of his wife
to hear and see
and learn from.

He has a huge task ahead: to see and hear her in the subtle things.
The familiar things. The things that mean more than physical decay and death,
which ultimately are illusory…

the love of another soul does not only survive physical death, it …thrives on it…
the love coming Thomas’s way, if he can but see it, will be overwhelming. And all shall be well.

To alex: quite a shock, hm? To see Daddy can communicate on the eternal level…where u thrive….

alex, yer dad is one of us! a man of words...

my daddy was too. he always wanted to write a book
about his experiences. as an educator: teacher,
principal...

he never did.


this is such a gift to you, and to your dear Mom.
Julie smiles, i know it.


i was blessed to meet her, once, in the flesh, the so called
here & now, and she lived up to all her poetry
and her messages and she was just...wonderful...

Your dad! Julie would explode with joy at this.
And at you for publishing it........... :)

I don't know if this is "poetry" or an overwhelmingly beautiful picture of his soul......!

Thanks to James for sending me here.
.

Wow.

"R"

I'm glad you found it. I bet you are too, Alexis.

The last stanza "You are with me still" oh...such devotion and love.
Blessed man. I'm sorry for your loss. Life taken often delivers the unexpected. I hope he keeps writing.

Thank you James M. Emmerling for directing me here. This is so endearing. R

This is heartwarming.

beautiful

I won't be needing the eyedrops this morning. The direct honesty and passion in this verse form a spear point right to the heart. I am small and humbled in its presence.

Beautiful.....loving.... poignant. God bless you and your Dad.
~r

Beautiful poem, brimming with love.

Absolutely lovely.

Sigh....I thank you for sharing this with us.

It's nice to know love exists, somewhere.