Saying Goodbye…But not yet.
I wrote this last week, I had been thinking of the lives of all loved ones and how precious they are, and remain so always.
Slowly they slip away
those precious days,
fading into the heartache
of memories
to become no more
than falling tears..
less than the tick
of a clock, or the sigh
of a breath.
I will hold you close
one last time:
watch as you move
into the shadows
of the past
to come.
Hi Sue,I like this very emotive poem.Well crafted as usual,It did the trick for me, tears in my eyes thinking about my recent last Good Bye from my dear wife. Tank you. Peter xxx
Thank you Peter, I’m sorry it made you give way to tears, I must admit I was a bit that way writing it. Thinking of my mum, the anniversary ( today ) of an adored Retriever’s passing, and my beloved spaniel being diagnosed with serious heart problems on Friday all promoted me to write this. I haven’t had to say goodbye to my Spaniel as I feared but time takes away at some point. Sue. Xx
Thank you so much Trevor for such a lovely and thoughtful summing up of how this person has infiltrated every part of my mind, heart and life, and how deeply he inspires me to write, you are completely correct in all you say. But for once this isn’t about him. I had the devastating news that my beloved Spaniel has serious heart problems, thankfully I haven’t lost him as I’d feared I might but time has a way of taking away, it’s the 12th anniversary of losing my adored Retriever today, and I still have difficulty in coming to terms… Read more »
Haha, I can’t blame you for thinking it was something different, after all the ‘lamenting’ type usually involve him 🙂 Sue. x
my last goodbye was a stare, father was staring at me and I knew it was beyond his capacity to try and tell me all the things he wanted. never before have I felt so helpless and abandoned by whatever created us. at the same time the approaching future would become a past lived again and again so vividly for nearly a year now. that day is now reapproaching. that stare too. life will never be the same for me, something never moves into the shadows but stubbornly reshapes our future by reevaluating our past.
Events like this really settle deep in our hearts and mind, I know well the helpless and abandoned feeling, the loss of my mum devastated my life, I have never felt whole since.
That was twenty years ago at the end of June, I am still lost with no compass to show me the way ahead. Thank you for reading and leaving such a heartfelt comment. Sue xx
‘The heartache of memories’ absolutely wonderful phrase but ‘Shadows of the past’ a cliché and from what I read, I know you can do better. Otherwise a very good poem.
Thank you Whale, I’m pleased you liked that phrase 🙂
I suppose the other line is a cliche and perhaps I could do better, but for once I won’t amend I hope you can understand why. Sue.