If I could, I'd take this load from your arms, and I'd carry it myself.
If I could, I'd take the whispers and nods and little glances of the eyes and make them directed at me.
If I could, I'd take this world and turn it back; back to the day of two girls playing in a bedroom, sharing secrets in the dark, holding hands when they walked, faces to the sun, running full-speed into the icy waters of Lake Michigan, never once hesitating.
If I could, I'd make it all alright. I'd take the ache in your heart and put it in mine, and fill yours with light and laughter.
If I could, I'd take the breaths for you that sometimes feel too overwhelming to take.
If I could, I'd walk in your shoes while you rested your feet in the sands of a secluded beach, listening to the Counting Crows, drinking in sunshine and peace.
If I could tell you how much I love you in words, I'd need to create new ones.
So many things, if I could, I would give you.
All those intentions are there, in the hand that is always holding yours, no matter the miles between.
28 comments:
I liked this a lot. Thanks for the inspiration.
Oh to be loved like these words.
Gorgeous.
Words become a song in your hands.
Some body's hurting and I'm sorry for that.
So nice of you to offer.
You're the best kind of friend (and relative), aren't you?
Oh, she's so lucky to have you.
and there are those that would do the same for you.
is it terribly sad that i wish someone had written this for me?
the beauty of this piece is that even though you might have meant for someone in particular it speaks to many...
i have an actual tear in my eye...this does not happen often...your words are so true!...being a mom is just like that for me...if i could...i would...any day...without hesitation!
Being there is sometimes all we have to give.
this is lovely
I'm sending this to my best friend in her Christmas Card, mmkay?
I have copied your beautiful words and will send them to my dearest friend who is going through chemo after a mastectomy.
I so agree that words become songs in your hands.
Pretty words from a beautiful heart.
who ever you wrote those lovely words for is lucky, lucky to have you.
you are a wonderful friend.
That was beautiful!
How did you know that I can't breathe? and that people are whispering? and the ache.... its all-consuming, overpowering. I look for her everywhere I go, but as you know, I will not find her. Shouldn't the world stop when you lose someone too soon? My world did. I have you to help me through these dark times. Thank you for that gift.
Beautiful.
And if I wasn't on the verge of tears as it was already, anonymous has put me over the edge. To you, anonymous, I am so very sorry.
You portray the overpowering intensity of love so beautifully.
Really quite lovely.
this breaks my heart... in a few different ways, for the kindness and overflowing love you give and for the pain that must've inspired it.
Sobering.
I don't know who this was written for or why, but Anonymous - you keep your head high and your shoulders back and no matter what those people want to say - you take your time for sadness and healing and to Hell with the people that are not there for you.
Will you be my friend too?
Jenn-I have to say that I've been snooping in on your blog for the past several months and keep coming back for more purely to read your amazing posts. I knew back in high school how intelligent you were (becasue you were always so helpful in french class. Notice that I call it you being helpful not that I was being a big fat cheater!!!) but as I read your post I really question how someone can be so wonderful with words. You truly have a gift and wanted you to know that I really am not trying to be nosey, I just keep coming back for more because your words sometimes make my day!
What a beautifully written post. Oh, to be so loved!
Hugs!
Kat
Did you know that plagiarizing my thoughts toward you, though tough to prove, is still plagiarizing.
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