Meeting

Friday morning we meet,

Cheery eyed, ready to explore my mind,

Saturday night I tear myself to shreds

Knowing I won't see you until that next Friday morning 

And I'm taken aback by my helplessness 

Filled with regret

Together we learn much,

Alone I learn meekly, no great sum of knowledge,

Nothing obtained, simply siphoned 

In your office I am safe,

Surrounded, and easily calmed

The world is far from this place 

Cold and unforgiving, 

It thrives in my failure, revels in my weakness

But you are caring,

Your space feels comforting

Once left, air becomes frigid again

Old pains are renewed, previous thoughts made true

Once left I'm back the mess I was once

I fear always I will be this person

And never will it truly change 

Happiness isn't always,

But neither should sadness be 

Dark willows cloud my weary thoughts

Who is the being I see 

Who is it really when I look at me? 

That Friday meeting a week away

I wonder in that time, how often my mind will stray 

Gone

Gone

It’s hard to understand

When your presence is so well known

How far could you have gone?

You are one of the angels now

Not long since your passing

God’s equipped with you in tow,

Why you left, God only knows

Through hearts you live on

Memories shan't fade easily

You made an impact on the world

Through your dialogue, and in your word

Tucking my hand into yours

I feel the pulse though your skin,

Now you sit in heaven,

While I try to feel you once again

Your end was peaceful so I'm told,

Is that what it’s like to grow old?

To leave a mark like you did in life,

One like me could only strive

Dearly missed and never forgotten

You shall stay bright even when life feels dull,

Your heart always shows,

Through everything, your memory glows.

RIP Margaret Isobel French ♥