The Art
Of the heart.
Time spent on the treadmill,
It gives the heart a start,
Times spent with my loved ones,
All art of the heart.
Drinking in the whispers,
And the chorus in the night,
Tiptoeing around in whispers
In nature’s true delight.
Then walking in the morning,
With Asha way ahead,
Watching storm clouds forming,
While you lie quietly in bed.
Counting up our blessings,
All art of the heart,
Conversation sessions,
We’ve had from the start.
That feeling of fulfilment,
The leisure and the pleasure,
Knowing that the plan was meant,
A gift of grace and treasure.
Scenes and situations,
Memories from the past,
Different locations,
Each one is meant to last.
Lost in lilts of mystery,
Drinking in the quiet,
Enjoying ancient history,
With abject delight.
Packing up and leaving,
As we close one door,
We are both believing,
New things are in store.
In memory of our beautiful Asha.
The tears we cry!
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
