Our Monument…
How could I ever repay you, for the kindness that you’ve shown?
I could build for you a monument, of beautiful wood and stone.
But it could never show the world, the softness that you share.
The things you’ve given of yourself, the way you truly care.
I could never build it high enough, to touch the evening sky
The way you’ve touched my heart within, but I would love to try.
It would never match the way you walk, though it’s curves would show the grace.
Although a thing of beauty, it would remain in just one place.
Upon it I could place wind chimes, to catch the evening breeze.
But they could never sound as soft, as your voice, as you call to me.
With precious stones, I could cover it, for all the world to see…
But they would dim in comparison, to your eyes so beautiful green.
So I will build a smaller one, so all the world can see…
A simple statue of a heart, with a picture of you and me.
I’ll leave the stones and statues, for people that have passed.
Our love will be our monument, and forever it shall last.
Ron Walker July 1999
Another lovely romantic poem, Ron. You have certainly left a legacy of these to be treasured.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thank you Pete. I hope good memories pop up when others remember me. Thanks for the comment.
very nice
Thanks Tom, I appreciate it.
I continue to appreciate the romantic who had to hide his heart from the street thugs but saved it for home.
Thanks, Elizabeth. It really did help deal with the streets. I should have written a few, for the thugs and gangbangers.
I wonder what you would have said.
I have wondered about that myself. They just didn’t lend themselves to poetic inspiration. They did however, make for some fabulous serious and sometimes funny stories.
I love criminal lame stories.
Ron, this is a lovely poem!
I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed writing them.
Your poem is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you Anne. Much appreciated.