The Revenant
you are the
revenant       you did return                    after years of silence
we really didn't
discuss it                        i always thought there would be time
you told me of some
of the things                     that happened in your life
some happy                    some
sad                                      like any life
the scale tipped one
way      and then another       you accepted each fluctuation
                          sigh
no it was not how        i
would have written it               not how i wanted it
it was a shadow
time       a half life for me                    the child wants to go
the time comes               the
child is ready                     the parent grieves
the child always ran
ahead     never waiting for the light to change      took chances
the roar of the
river        makes me cover my ears          i dismiss what i do not know
                           sigh
sometimes it seems
there is no justice           only the memory of your finger to my heart
to your own                                like
the river  you were the pilot of your own course
all questions
dropped          the puzzle pieces fall into place                    it was as it was
you wrote the story
of your life                                      and mine
                           sigh
January 17, 2016
 
 
13 comments:
I think if we could meet again like that it would straiten out some questions... Maybe reason's made clear... Yes there are those meeting I would need.
This is so beautiful.. brought tears to my eyes..
I think you've nailed it.....sometimes, even if the revenant returned for a meeting after years of silence, there would still be no satisfactory answers....so the questions would be dropped and the bottom line would remain that "it was as it was, you wrote the story of your life and mine" by leaving as you did/when you did. Powerful stuff, Annell.
This is very poignant, Annell. One wishes for some of the untold stories, but then again I wonder would anything have been different if one had known. Perhaps we all know the most important things anyway, what we feel in our hearts.
"You wrote the story of your life....and mine." That is the truth of it when it comes to our kids..........so powerful the finger pointing at your heart and his - that tells the bedrock part of the story - the love that is always there, was always there. Beautifully done, my friend.
wonderful.
Strong with feeling. Even though some things are left hidden and not revealed. That is as it should be. I found your poem deeply moving and also satisfying,
Elizabeth
Indeed. Some things we learn about the past and other things are left unsaid, unknown. The "sigh" at the end just ties it all together, the feelings, losses, gains...beautifully written.
So much pain in this write, Annell. Very well done. I hope you are well.
Pamela ox
Sigh - and sadness and yet so brave to let a child run free and follow their course..how you must wish to keep them, cradle them, hold them tight..perhaps physically 'we' can't but i hope spiritually we can..a beautifully touching poem..sending you a warm hug xo
Sometimes they do write the story of their life and their loved ones'...sigh...poignant and strong...
I feel the same,
fine.
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