When You Were Mine


I loved you in the springtime,

Among scented cherry bloom,

In fields of emerald meadows,

In a past when you were mine.


I held you in the summertime,

In warming rays of gold,

Our arms entwined in rapture,

In a past when you were mine.


I sang to you in autumn time,

In a lullaby of burnished hue,

The melody of heartbreak felt,

In a past when you were mine.


They came for you in wintertime,

And they gave you to another,

Glistening tears like snowflakes,

That veiled the child of mine.


Now I see you in the night time,

As shadows dance and sway,

A shape, a thought, a memory,

Of a past when you were mine.


Seasons mark the age of time,

Like the babe who grew to man,

Nature’s great atonement,

For the sin that made you mine.


I’ve started adapting this piece into a possible Novella, you can read a segment here.

About helenmidgley

Helen Midgley likes to think of herself as a cross between Dawn French and Kate Moss. She has been in the witness protection programme for a number of years and once lived in Brighton as a bearded mechanic called Dave! Her current incarnation is as a part-time Journalism & Media tutor at a small FE College in Yorkshire. She has survived cancer, dandruff and athlete’s foot and has a penchant for black humour and red wine.

16 comments on “When You Were Mine

  1. That is beautiful, Helen, and so sad, too. Wonderful.

  2. Would it be okay to re-blog this on your behalf? I’m not certain I have ever re-blogged anything of yours and I would not want to overlook the privilege of promoting a friend. Hugs. Belinda

  3. Reblogged this on Busy Mind Thinking and commented:
    Today I am giving back to the community that has shown me such kindness since I’ve been here by re-blogging some posts. If you’ve not met these friends of mine, I hope you’ll get acquainted.

  4. Oh how truly touching! I thought of my own son as I read these words. He just moved to Michigan from North Carolina. (A move he was not all that happy about, but it pleases his young bride.) He’s all grown up now and having to make manly decisions for I am not a part of anymore. I support him in all that he chooses to do, but I feel his growing pains.

  5. […] wrote the poem ‘When You Were Mine’ and then because it’s cold, and I’ve finished the ironing, I thought I might adapt it […]

  6. […] to this weeks photo prompt –  I thought I would tie it to the earlier poem ‘When You Were Mine‘ it’s part of something larger I’m working on. If there’s nothing on T.V. […]

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