#honouring
You’re in our blood and marrow
guiding us each beat,
but more
through oral histories
smoothed by years and the telling
around later dinner tables
with warm wine smiles
sharp edges and harsh, too-sharp clarity
burnished and buffed away,
as our minds turn over each recollection
we feel the warm glow of worn gold
to hold us, linger-hugged,
or ride the swelling tide from a fabled talisman
as we channel your strength
to stand up to them
or we might laugh recalling pompous brass buttons
‘til stitch given tears pour
at the tenderness of your
remembered buffoonery
where wisdom dressed up daft
and sang stupid songs to love us
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
Will you forever stay
A man of dreams?
You can never be
Included into my reality.
For one does not induce
The fall of preciousness.
Even when you are
In my gaze all day,
Even when I imagine
Your hand upon
The small of my back,
Or your eyes laughing
Into mine exuberantly.
You are painfully
None of this.
When you occupy
My state of mind
And alter my thoughts
Into wayward longings,
I cannot reach across
To establish your warmth
Into my memory.
I will pretend that no imagining
And no affinity binds me
Inexplicably and unquestionably
To your loveliness!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Here I am breathing
Heart beating
I wish you were doing the same
It's not fair
But
It happened anyway
It happen to me
To my mum
To the world
Your features are beginning to fade
So I cling tighter on to fragment memories
I am told of your love
When thoughts of you turn into sadness
When the void you left behind aches reminding me that it cannot be filled by another
I pray that you too know of my love
We laugh your true love and I at
stories
memories
retelling
your beautiful mischiefs
You are missed
Every morning and every night
You were missed at every parents evening
You will be missed by my side when I walk down the aisle
I am told that you would be proud of me
I hope with every fibre of my being
That you are
Proud of me
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC