The sun is Westering - streaming color everywhere -
The mountains are enveloped in a deep wine curtain -
The clouds are shot through with orange and violet -
As I write this
I am immersed in colors so vibrant,
I cannot wrench my eyes away.
And so is the beauty of my Toby.
My mind travels back to so many other nights -
that you soothed me, brushing aside the cares of day.
As the sun went down, in glorious waves.
And the Moon came up, silver and still.
Then, when all was quiet -
I would listen to your beloved voice,
Singing with Patsy Cline, Theresa Brewer.
or Connie Francis.
Speaking poetry or weaving your own tales,
that transported me -
to places of wonder and times far distant,
That taught me what real romance was
in your gentle Ben.
Never did I wonder if you loved me.
Never questioned that you believed.
I treasured then and I treasure still -
The safety of your soft embrace.
The fire in your snapping brown eyes.
I still want to make you proud.
For you to know your own great worth.
You are woven into the core of me.
Memories of you remain -
Even more precious now, because I've lost so many.
To say I love you cannot encompass the truth.
You taught me to climb every mountain -
To hear the music of my dreams -
You showed me Jehovah was something you lived
Not just something you said.
So, Forever, and always -
My Toby -
cherished Sister of blood and Soul -
You are the voice in my head.
And the hand in my heart.
Copyrighted 10/6/04 DMH
This poem is dedicated to my oldest sister October Jean.
I don't know words grand enough, to express what she means to me, how strong and wonderful she is - how I would not be the person I am if not for her.
But I had to try.
So my dearest Toby,
know I love you deeply,
and that this is for you.
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