On my journey home last night I looked at the winter sun hanging in the sky like a big red balloon. I thought about my eldest grandson who lives in America. I remembered telling him that whenever he missed us he could look up at the sun; the same sun that we looked at even though we were thousands of miles apart. It’s a comforting thought to know we share the same sky.
In times of loneliness or sadness I think we miss our loved ones more than ever. We only need to hear the few notes from a favourite shared song or pass a place we visited on happy days to slip into feelings of wistfulness.
But wherever we are in life there is always someone missing someone. The more we love the more our hearts can suffer when we are apart. But how lucky we are to love and to be loved.
Across the sea, a part of me
Stays in a house I know so well,
I left a footprint and a kiss
And a tear that softly fell.
And I visit often in my dreams
And swear I was really there,
Found my own way back, it seems
Across the sky we share.
A thousand miles can’t separate
Or loosen binds that tie,
And I can summon up your face
In the blinking of an eye.
(C) Lyn Halvorsen
A favourite poem about my grandchildren:
My grandchildren came to the house today
And we took the time to stop and play.
Beloved little pair, playing with toys;
A sitting room filled with happy noise.
Special little people who like to dress
Like Superman, and a sparkly Princess.
We had a picnic laid on a cloth of silk
With gingerbread men and chocolate milk.
Left upon the bathroom mat
I see a twinkling sticker, a frog and a cat.
And in my handbag, what do I see?
A shiny lemon, dropped there for me.
(c) Lyn Halvorsen
Blessings to you….especially if you are missing someone today.