Missed Connections
Real life is hard.
We are busy,
distracted,
preoccupied.
My words are insufficient,
awkward.
I say the wrong things
or I don’t know what to say
at all.
We just keep
missing connections.
But in this predawn darkness
before the day begins,
my quiet mind
turns toward you far away.
I send my wordless love
hoping
that it can find its own way
to your sleeping,
unguarded heart.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Peace to you, Maria,
Susan
And also with you, Susan<3.
Hello poetess,
Somehow I fell behind on reading your offerings and just now have read 5 poems. Talk about bingeing! You had me in tears. I’m getting kind of sensitive in my advanced years. Keep them coming.
paul
Hello, Paul. Sorry to make you cry. I hope they were “happy tears”, as my granddaughter, Evie, calls them. Thanks for the encouragement!