Hello!
Today I was tasked with writing a poem in memory of someone dead, that had a hopeful element to it.
You can judge for yourself if I succeeded!
I lowered you down…
But I don’t really feel
That I did.
It seems dreamlike
Because I haven’t visited
‘You’ since.
That stone
Marking your new home…
I saw a picture of it
And dissolved:
Outright refused
To continue with my day.
(That was the Monday
Before menses returned,
After giving you
A third great-grandchild)
There is something soothing
About sobbing in a shower.
I’ve avoided Grandad’s house
In case my bubble gets burst.
Much easier to talk of you,
And share you with my kids,
Than walk your rooms
Without you.
My dreams still waft Crabtree and Evelyn,
Your cardis still hold hankies well;
You’re there in the crook of my finger,
Your smiles within my wrinkles dwell.
[Pic is from here]
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April 27th, 2018 at 11:44 pm
Again, a lovely poem because it has so much feeling