Tuesday, March 6, 2012

‘Til Life Gets Better

Memories of you constantly
slap my brain, squeeze
my heart—so I make a wish
to rewind time.

To a time when I didn’t feel so
lost because I knew you
were here—but now
lost is where I am.

A time when all holidays, birthdays,
and special events included you,
the constant in my life—but now
my constant is sadness.

A time when your voice
and laughter made me smile
inside and out—but now
I hear silence.

A time when you gave my life
purpose because you depended
on me—but now my purpose
is full of memory tears.

A time when you would say,
“You’re going to miss me
when I’m gone”—and now
I admit that you were right.

So now I must struggle with the
here and now—what was and
what might have been—‘til life
gets better.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Denise. Just beautiful. And my goodness, do you ever resemble her! I love your line about hearing silence. In a way, poetry is an outlet for silence, isn't it? At least I think yours is. When I read this poem I'm struck by how simple it is, but I feel the weight of layers of sadness. Take care, my friend. And keep writing—especially your poems. They are the beauty to come from your tears.

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  2. Very moving. You create the movement of emotion and memory very well. ;D

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  3. Barb, Thank you. I was looking at the picture and do see a resemblance. I would say poetry can be used a medium to voice emotional silence. Does that make sense? I have good and bad moments. Yesterday happened to have been bad, and the memory of loss kind of took my breath away. I will keep writing, my friend, and thank you for your words.

    WilyBCool, Thanks.

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  4. A lovely poem, Denise... Your love shines through...

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  5. Pat and Peggy, Thank you for reading. I'm glad you both like it.

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