Her Fingerprints upon His Heart
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One of a series of poems written with the language of love, commitment, loss, hope and endearment. RB
They would walk
along the tow path of the canal
by the placid Delaware River
near Stockton NJ.
They talked of life
of why, and here, and now,
In a walk once through Tinicum Park,
on the Pennsylvania side, while holding hands
they stopped and turned towards one another
and as the near silent breeze
rustled the leaves of fall, they kissed -
an imprint of emotion.
There was within both, this urge of passion
but somehow it was tenderness
that drew them together.
They enjoyed the shad fest at Lambertville
feed each other by hand
little portions of warm sustenance
and then again, the Chamber concert
at the Lutheran Church in Erwinna.
One day – as fall turned to winter – she was gone…
She left alone,
her fingerprints upon his heart.