Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Light in Our Window
I keep it burning, day and night
I keep it burning warm and bright
It flickers now and then, but still
Its flame will not be doused until
You come home to me.
The seasons change, the leaves turn gold,
The summer’s gone, and nights grow cold.
Soon winter’s white will cloak the yard,
Soon burning logs must warm my heart
‘Til you come home to me.
When you return you’ll see the light,
You’ll hear my laughter taking flight,
Your baby son within me, named,
The life we shared will be reclaimed,
When you come home to me.
Written for Trifecta, using exactly 99 words, and the word “baby”.
22 Comments on “Light in Our Window”
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
Opal Reflections 
this was just beautiful. I felt the ache and the longing to have him home.
I love to think about a light burning for someone, it’s a comfort to know you’re missed.
TGIF!
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Wonderful poetic journey.,.
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This is a very beautiful poem! With the picture complementing, and relating it to the love burning bright… I loved it!
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Thank you. I usually use my photographs to inspire my writing. It’s hard to tell where onr leaves off and the other begins.
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I do hope she’s right. I loved the details to your story, set into a lovely rhythm. Thank you for linking up. Don’t forget to vote.
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I was fine until I got to the baby inside me part. Now I have big tears. I still have a lingering need for a baby (until I actually get around one) and I know I can’t have one. That got me. Good job!
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In fact, I think you have a new follower now. -hugs!
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That’s great, Theresa. Thank you!
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Lovely piece! Great imagery and it flows so well. Nicely done!
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I love the air of certainty, not simply hope. “When you come home” not if.
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You are right! The one left behind, waiting – can’t allow herself to think the unthinkable. Thanks for your comment.
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This is beautiful. The repetition really works with this one.
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Thanks, Janna.
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Sweet poem. Made me think of hearth fires and holidays.
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Thanks, Kymm. With holidays coming up I think of all those who are waiting for loved ones to make it home. I love that you do the bilingual thing. Very impressive.
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This is lovely – it reads like a song. You should set it to music!
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Thanks…I was thinking the same thing.
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So very beautiful!Loved it!
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Thanks Atreyee, we were in NY at a charming B&B and I took this picture through the window in the breakfast room. It was the inspiration for this poem.
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Oh,the picture was really breath taking-so glad it inspired you to write this beautiful piece Joanne:-)
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I really like your poem.
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Thanks, Annie
And thank you for commenting!
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