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When You Say Nothing At All
by Tony WhitakerJust before midnight I awake
As I have done so many times before
Hoping for that sweet sleep to sweep me away to some distant shore
As I hear her whispered breathing my mind is whisked away
I suddenly come to realize, this simple thing, she satisfies each day
How my lovely wife, fills well, the boredom of the voids
Voids when I am sick and stuck in bed for days
Voids of walking crowded aisles as she hurries for my sake
Voids in driving down some road when there is nothing left to say
Voids in just watching people as we sit at some sidewalk café
Voids when her love lies sleeping, awaiting another day
And I will always love those empty spaces, she fills with just her ways
12/05/2008 Posted on 12/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/05/08 at 03:08 PM Nice write Tony. Wives have a way doing that. And once you get past all the rushing to make love you still find it silently there next to you and you realize how lucky you really are. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/05/08 at 03:11 PM This is gorgeous, Tony. Thank you for sharing a bit of it with us. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/06/08 at 03:39 PM I can sure relate to this one. Remarkable how that significant other can sure fill life's emptiness. Well done sir...adds to favorites. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/08/08 at 07:31 PM Instinctively we all look to fill a void when one appears. There are many quick fixs, yet abiding love remains the surest. Beautiful poem that reflects a relationship full of much beauty as well. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/09/08 at 05:08 AM Very satisfying to read about such devotion. Thank you. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/09/08 at 06:47 PM Beautifully stated, my friend. And from the reciprocated reciprocity, it's a snuggle into that warm spot, under a fluffy comforter, when you wake up to find that love looking into your eyes and playing with your hair... just because he loves you so much, he still can't quite believe you're there... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/10/08 at 10:15 PM How we are nurtured.
siam mais, my friend, siam mais
Love gives without boasting! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/11/08 at 03:54 PM Perhaps some day I'll be able to appreciate this from a personal, rather than a poetic perspective. I imagine it would be gratifying to be appreciated in the way you have so generously expressed here. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 12/12/08 at 02:51 AM Aww. Love it. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/03/09 at 06:25 AM This is especially (love) songful, I really can hear it as if it is sung, it seems meant for that. The depth of sincerity is imbued with a playfulness of rhyming and repetition, and a personal quality of remembered incident so there's always a smile there on the singer's face. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 03/31/16 at 10:07 PM I love this! What a wonderful tribute. ~N |
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