the wind stole my voice
and carried it beyond
when I made you a promise
the sun sets
but it’ll rise again
through the dark night
the moon and stars
will provide
company and comfort
so even when
the sight of my back
becomes nothing
but a memory
remember that promise
is always fulfilled
RED GLADIOLA 
I love this. Not a word too much.
Thanks so much, Jane! ❤
Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
Lovely thoughts for a Tuesday morning.
Reblogged this on MorgEn Bailey's Creative Writing Blog and commented:
A charming poem from T Wong…
Thank you!
I especially love the opening–what a great lead-in. I was just wondering about you today, so I’m relieved to read you tonight 🙂
Thanks! I’m okay. Life has a few ups and downs, but I’m trying to schedule more ups. It’s spring were I am so the outdoors will help. Hope you’re doing well. =)
Beautiful word choice. I agree with Jane…not a word too much. It is seasoned perfectly!
Thanks, Tanya! =)
Touching poetry! Love the flow.
Glad you liked this one. =)