The Wind That Blows My Way

A tribute to a poet William Wordsworth

Oh how I love the days of blissful sunshine that falls upon my face. Like the heavens above that has touched my life with his loving grace. The years of yore have left me in this dream like place. Memories of family past and the chance to start my own. Tonight I shall wish upon a star and dream of thy life ahead.

Tomorrow could be the day as I waltz about the throng. In passing of strangers whilst I enjoy the chatter and greetings of strangers I shall meet him.

There he be in all his splendor and walking towards me. I see in his eyes his kindness and adversity.
The days that linger and a promise made that we would be wed. He takes me as his lovely wife and shares with me his road to happiness.


Our children will play amongst the hills and meadows, laughing as the birds sing a joyous song. If I only knew of the grief of loss. The days of radiance taken from my sight. Time stands still for me and I cannot take back the hour of yesterday.

My love for my child lost is now in the heavens of ye Gods. I pray for strength to move forward and remember the days of splendor in the grass, of glory of the flower. The forebording I had did send the misfortune that came our way.

Life moves forward again and I reflect the days of wonderment. To the years that have past and watch my children grow into kind young men. To watch them marry off to start their lives with a love such as mine. I pray that a watchful eye hath o'er their mortality.

For I cannot grace their future without fears and grief such as my own. For now the wind that blows my way shall be graceful to a mother's heart.

To ponder and think of the meanest flower can only bring thoughts of feeling too deep for tears.
Children grow and they leave even if it is in the splendor of the grass, of glory in the flower. Forever in my heart this memory will stay. Times move forward and the world will change. Even once we leave and return from where we came. I only have hopes that the heavens above watch over this earth and keep it from suffering.

The rolling hills that twine into the future can be brass and cold of a winter's chill. The wind that blows my way will be the end of yet another day. To grow older and share wonderful memories of what remains behind. To gain faith of the minds of the future to have faith through death and give back to human kind.