A Table,
Meant for two.
Sometimes, in the stage of life…
The cherished place
has to be held,
... alone …
By one…

© jan leree 2012
  When I walked past the red chair …
I totally knew,
that you had been there …
The scent of your skin,
Remained in the air.
... I looked and looked …
But all I could do,
Was whisper a prayer.

© jan leree 2012


shhh, the willows and the pines
are kneeling in the spring air,
echoing your silent prayer
along horizoned mountain lines.

Guest Poet:  (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012

If the trees can pause to kneel ...
Then surely, I can hold myself,
in the memory of your scent ...
wait for the mourning...
and be still.

(c) jan leree 2012

...a bier in the morning,
and i'm mourning, dear

(c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
  This photo is evidence,
that I was there.
There is my DNA,
on this chair.
Evidence is lacking to know,
... were you there ...
or did I just imagine it so?

(c) jan leree 2012
    benjaminashlock@gmail.com photography


    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:  janlereewhidden@gmail.com


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