You were always there

being faithful,

when I could not trust;

being strong

when I was afraid to be weak.

You were the Oak

when my weeping willow heart

could not bear to put down roots.

You were always there loving me

in spite of myself.

Holding me

with all my prickles;

accepting me

when I could only pretend to give.

When anger I could not acknowledge

pushed you away,

you only went far enough

to give me space.

Not knowing the source of my pain,

I lashed out at life.

Not knowing the source of my pain,

you bore it with me.

How far we have come, my love;

finding friendship in the autumn,

finding love in the twilight.

Let the poets sing of young love

and the fires of youth.

We will write our sonnets on yellowed pages

and find them sweeter than springtime!

Donna Swanson c.2008 (Splinters of Light)


About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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15 Responses to MY SAFE PLACE

  1. Photodiction says:

    This is lovely – and such a testament to long lasting love, finally found and celebrated.

  2. Jessica says:

    That’s very beautiful, a wonderful tribute to your husband (?).
    I like the reference to yellowing paper.
    Here from Poetry Potluck.

  3. Christine says:

    Deeply touched and resonated with me. This is a hard subject that could have many meanings, and the way it is captured makes it relevant to people of many ages … I’m so glad I stopped by today!

    • dswan2 says:

      Thank you, Christine,
      You know, I did not recognize my safe place for many, many years. They say we have 20/20 rear vision and I guess that’s true. I didn’t even know I needed a safe place until I was almost 50. God make provision for our needs even before we understand them. That is a very good thing!

  4. Thou art blessed!!! 🙂
    To find what most only dream of and write about, awesome!!!!

  5. thingy says:

    This is so moving. Sigh.

  6. J. D. Hughes says:

    Beautiful, and it evokes vibrant reminisce of past and future love ,


    J. D. Hughes

  7. bendedspoon says:

    aw so sweet! I’m in love! 🙂

  8. dswan2 says:

    Have you ever had the feeling that you can write it but can’t do it? I’ve never been a touchy-feely person, but my poetry sure doesn’t make that obvious!

  9. lunawitch15 says:

    for some reason this remonded me of my father. thank you. 🙂


  10. dswan2 says:

    Thank you, Luna. I feel sorry for those who have never found that safe place.

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