No Memories Compare
The Wednesday Morning I Wrote A Poem
I stare at the screen,
I wait for the words,
I close my eyes,
I channel the verbs.
The wind is relentless,
The sound hurts my ears,
It blows naught away,
Not even the tears.
I look out the window,
What’s there to see,
Grey clouds descending,
They foster no glee.
There’s space here beside me,
There’s space in my heart,
My soul carries bruises,
All scenes play a part.
Yet somewhere inside me,
Divisions join arms,
The strength of collectives,
I’ll come to no harm.
The room that lies empty,
The shed that’s just there,
Still nowhere I see you.
No memories compare.
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Wow that's a wonderful poem, you are so clever to be able to do poetry like that. Such a talented, honest and beautiful piece, I really enjoyed it. Thank you very much for sharing, lots of hugs, Trish 💜
That’s lovely Sandra, I had a space as well but found a way to help fill it. I was very concerned that Father’s Day would be a tipping point for Mark, Docs son, he went to a very low spot when his Dad died so much so he lost all his hair and when it started to regrow it was white!.
I decided to make a book for him of his father, lots of tears choosing the pictures but it soon filled a hole in my heart as i built the pages and created a lasting memory for us all. It’s so easy using vistaprint or any of those platforms. I had 5 printed, one each for those closest to Doc, it was a terrific way to celebrate Father’s Day and have a lasting album of memories to keep.