I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
There was a bright colored rainbow,
across the sky the day we met,
it has not been long my friend –
but sunny skies have turned to gray.
Yet, through it all we must smile,
for tears only mist the yesteryears,
we still have each other,
my heart, your heart still go on.
Remember the happy days,
the emotions, inspiration shared.
Now I stand at the crossroads,
my hand outstretched,
looking back at the footprints we have made,
come take my hand
and journey onward with me.
This latter part of our journey,
will bring back many golden memories,
we’ll remember the laughter and the tears.
Our love will keep us together,
because leaning on one another,
will give us the strength,
to face what is around the bend.
I know that someday,
our footprints will begin to fade away,
it will be like the toss of the dice,
which one of us will have to stay,
the other to fly away.
One of us will continue this journey,
the other waiting on the threshold,
always remembering the days that shone the brightest –
always remembering the love and the hand that we held.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 30, 2019:
Thank you, Nithya.
Nithya Venkat from Dubai on September 20, 2019:
The warmth of the love will make the rest of the journey possible, touched my heart.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 19, 2019:
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend,
Thank you, John.
Thank you, Lorna.
Thank you, Eric,
Thank you, Ruby.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on September 14, 2019:
Traveling through life is a mixture of happiness and strife, your poem conveyed that beautifully.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 14, 2019:
which one of us will have to stay, The other to fly away.
You have once again touched my heart.
Lorna Lamon on September 14, 2019:
Such a lovely piece of work - remembering and letting go. I love the line 'our footprints will begin to fade away' - poignantly written.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 13, 2019:
Nice work, Rasma. Always a pleasure to read your poetry.