Her shadow
\nby cricketjeff on February 4, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nThe shadow of a woman turns the daylight into night,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I cannot see the sunshine any more.
\nShe walks across my dreaming but her beauty’s not in sight,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I cannot see the face I still adore.
\nShe used to be my future and the sum of all my hope
\nAnd now I’m left without her and I can’t believe I’ll cope.<\/p>\n
We met at school and hated but the hate soon washed away
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 And love replaced the reason in our minds.
\nI asked you if you’d have me and I promised I would stay,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 You wrapped my heart in soft but flawless binds.
\nI knew I’d never leave you and I’ve stayed in love with you,
\nThroughout our years together never sought for someone new.<\/p>\n
Our children are your mirrors and I see your heart in each
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 But they can’t be the lover that I need.
\nThey’ve grown and flown and now I find their lives are out of reach;
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 It seems we planted only windblown seed.
\nWhere are you when I need you can’t you stay here by my side?
\nMy question is unanswered and my pleas have been denied.<\/p>\n
I almost feel your kisses and your fingers in my hand.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Each night in bed I dream I feel the rest
\nAnd every day on waking I can hardly understand,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 That I can never hold the very best.
\nMy memories are golden but already start to fade,
\nI need the you I knew before my path fell into shade.<\/p>\n
Each day I come to visit, kiss you softly on the cheek.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 You never smile or even know my name.
\nIt’s been a year of heartache since you last found strength to speak
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Dementia is the word that takes the blame.
\nI wish that you were with me, or that I was lost as well.
\nThe shadow of my woman shades the road to living hell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Her shadow by cricketjeff on February 4, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved The shadow of a woman turns the daylight into night, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I cannot see the sunshine any more. She walks across my dreaming but her beauty’s not in sight, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I cannot see the face I still […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9706,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3582","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3582","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3582"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7927,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3582\/revisions\/7927"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9706"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}