Memories/Just Moments Before
yes, memories can pierce
the heart like a frozen icicle
and yet, the daily things can
fall from the pocket we keep them in
another Friday the exact day and the exact moment
remain forever as if in resin
turn it in your hand
look close
what do you see? within the heart
flowers float on the water
the owl and the octopus
stroll the sandy shore
years separate
events tied with a fisherman’s knot
somewhere long ago
your life began
I told you I would come in the morning
you could not wait
your journey began
just moments before
in that quiet room
number 222
breath ceased
you are there and yet
no longer here
Written for: https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com
6 comments:
This is so very moving, Annell. You took me there, to that room where your beloved son breathed his last. Forever, now, in memory, always in that room - but also a small boy in a red bathing suit, golden in the sun. Sigh. Just beautiful and so poignant.
Angell,
Loss of memory is such a sadness for those who realise that about a loved one....it's an initial frustration for the person, who has lost their capacity to recall or remember.
A very sympathetic use of the prompt subject...
A poignant poem about a very sad memory. Losses of this kind stay with a person forever.
"you could not wait
your journey began".....Nothing can be sadder than this. Remembering this is so unbearable. Each day comes to hold our hands to take us further from the time. So hard to move yet we have to move with time leaving the loved ones there forever. So sad.
I'm speechless, almost breathless, at the spare beauty of this poem, "turn it in your hand." This poem , too, like the memory of the loved one's death is that hard, that persistent, and yet not unwelcome. To go inside the crystal of it is heartbreaking, and your poem is a gift. Thank you.
years separate
events tied with a fisherman’s knot... these things become hard inside us and last forever. Such a poignant, brave poem, Annell... I felt every line.
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