She’d have flown to him in a minute,
would have been at his side to stay
if only there’d been an opening,
if ever there was a way.
For all the things he wanted
were all she wanted to give,
and love – it will confound her
as long as the memories live.
.
(c) 1994, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Wonderful, Betty–so Wonderful!
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Thank you, Caddo! 🙂
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Sadly life sometimes does not provided what is really needed…enjoyed your poem.
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Glad you liked it, Charlie – thank you!
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Lovely poem, lovely rhyme Betty.
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Thank you as always, David!
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very beautiful poem, Betty..
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Linda, thank you – it’s good to hear from you!
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Beautiful words, it is so hard to cut the fetters especially the invisible ones. xx
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That’s true, Willow – alas, we must resign ourselves to some fetters in life.
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Not a million miles from “The Eagle and the Lioness”.
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You’re right, Ben… insightful of you, as always.
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Beautiful, Betty!
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Thank you, Fergie!
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I’ve been away so have a few poems to sift through. See you have been busy with both new and old, that’s good. I like this one, hope the back is better.
I shall return. 🙂
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Hi Dennis!! Sorry I’m slow replying – am still struggling a bit here and need to catch up with YOUR blog. Thanks for liking this one. (Thought you might, with the rhyme. 🙂 )
(How is springtime time down under? Autumn has finally arrived here with the first rain and wind storms approaching. Oboy! )
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and love – it will confound her
as long as the memories live…
and as long as Betty Hayes Albright dips her pen in the magic of words and lets them flow onto an empty page.
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Thank you, Thomas, for such kind words! 🙂
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Shackled by love– if only a shred to rekindle. Your style is your own…
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