She left before I was ready.
Perhaps her smile veiled her true emotion,
shrouding me from the reality
that she had been ready for a while.
Maybe she heard him calling to her,
soft whispers as she slept,
telling her it was okay to let go.
Conspicuous reminders of her appear,
like songs long forgotten
playing on a broken radio.
Repressed smells tickle my senses,
transporting me to another time,
and they render me paralyzed.
She came to me in a dream.
She embraced me as I slept
and whispered words she knew I needed to hear.
When I saw the tree, I knew.
She was here,
in this place,
in the way she would have wanted to be,
in the form she loved so much.
Her sentinels lay in wait,
their wings ready at a moment’s notice,
to be at my side if I needed them.
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You always amaze me with your finesse
That’s so nice of you, thank you very much.
This was profoundly moving. The power of the written word. It truly touched a memory for me. Thank you. Amazing writing. Merry Christmas.
Thank you so much….what a lovely compliment. A very Merry Christmas to you as well.
Eloquent and touching.
Thank you so much.
Another awe inspiring poem. Beautiful.
Thanks very much Mike. 🙂
You describe loss so beautifully. It’s both sad and encouraging.
Thank you very much.
“sentinels lay in wait” was my favorite line. I really liked the beats of this poem.
Thanks. I appreciate that.
I’m so sorry for your loss, but I’m glad she found a way to give you comfort.
Thank you very much.
I especially like the “songs long forgotten playing on a broken radio”.
Thank you.
I always find your poetry about your mom so moving. This time of year must be even more difficult. May you feel peace and fibs joy in the beautiful memories.
Thanks Janna. I’m hoping tonight I can watch the Sound of Music. It was our Christmas Eve tradition. I couldn’t do it last year.
This is so moving. You were lucky to have each other.
A lovely tribute that I hope brought you some comfort in the writing.
Thank you…..it always does.
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