On Believing the Unbelievable...(IP)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 12 Sep 2011
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The morning after,
we arrange to meet –
same time, same place;

yesterday – too much
to take in...a bad dream...
if not for this.

Beneath a brooding
January sky, she walks
amongst the flowers,
head bowed.

Slowly, she kneels; the scarf
you gave her that birthday –
skittish in the wind.

I wave – call out her name; lost
in another world, she seems...
wherever it is you may be,
I can only surmise.

I greet her with a kiss – dry
her eyes, as she weaves her way
between the wreathes,
and hand-tied bouquets.

Each card with its own
very special ‘goodbye’, until,
her hands, blue with cold,
I warm with mine.

You had your tiffs, you two,
as sisters do, but deep inside
you were true soul-mates.

Remember the note I’d leave
on the stairs of a Saturday?
‘Last one in – turn off the light’.

And so, if you can hear me,
and I’d like to believe I’m right,
be sure that lamp keeps burning...

burning bright. Until
we all get home...
by and by.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, this was most haunting and poignant at the same time. I also found it almost like a dream, like you were dreaming of your daughter, but she couldn't hear you, because it was a dream. This was how I read it, I hope that it was somewhere close to what you were writing. It was a read, that made me think about how we often dream of loved ones that have passed over, it brings so much comfort. Thankyou so much. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Jenny, whatever the poem means to you, is what it is...and as it so happens, it was in my mind too:-) Thank you, so very much, for reading this one. Tina

 

Submitted by TVR on
Yes, I kind of felt that too, Tina. Dreamlike and poignant. Much enjoyed. sue

TVR

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks to you, sue;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Highhat on
This touched me even more than others of your poems. So much love and respect.It would be nice to believe it! Beautiful ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, so very much, Pia. Your words, more than appreciated;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Florian on
A superb gentleness

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Florian - such are your words. And I thank you. Tina

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Very wonderful. Very moving, particularly (and obviously) at the end. You could write good bluegrass songs (although I think they need more mountains than Norfolk has). Rob

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Rob, and thanks. Bluegrass? Now there's an idea. Have to try and rustle up the odd mountain or two. My garden is one big hill though, so maybe that will just have to do;-) Seriously though, so pleased you got something from this;-) Tina

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
I agree with Rob - very wonderful. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Good of you to say so, fb;-) And I hope the world is treating you kindly these days. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Tina, such a beautiful poem. Full of love and affection, then moving words say it all. Thankyou sharing it. A very good poem for the (IP) To love is to give all in affection and care! As always you have in your poems. take care! Well deserved cherry! Wind gale is calm to-day bit like me! maybe. I believe that beautiful daughter is with you in spirit and soul, to do write all the wonderful poems, you can do. Pleasure other's to enjoy and read. all the best julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Julie...and yes, my daughter is with me 'in spirit soul', as you so eloquently put it. This was one of those poems that wrote itself. It is, in fact, an account of what happened, back at the Garden of Remembrance, on the day after her 'Celebration of Life'. Thanks, so very much for your more than appreciated words, Julie;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by seashore on
I have to agree with Pia - for some reason I found this to be one of your most moving poems. I am always moved when you write of Andrea but this one is particularly special. Beautiful writing, Tina.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hello there, Coral;-) I thank you for your beautiful words, and appreciate them, more than you could ever know. Tina

 

Submitted by MaggieG on
Trying to give my hands a little rest ( arthritis ) But I couldn't resist this one. You spin such lovely work Hun :)

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Oh dear, Maggie, I am so sorry. Arthritis is such a painful condition. I hope your hands feel more comfortable soon, and many, many thanks for commenting, so kindly. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by barryj1 on
I agree with Florian and Fatboy. This is a poem that sort of expands in your gut. The message is heartbreaking, visceral and uplifting all at once.

barryj1

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thank you, so much, barry;-) Pleased you gleaned so much from this. Tina

 

Submitted by Overthetop1 on
I agree with all the above. Beautiful, poignant, and yet it does give you that ray of hope that we all need. Thank you for sharing this with us.

Overthetop1

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And thank you, OTT, for reading and for your lovely comment;-) Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Beautiful, Tina. I love the idea of the note: ‘Last one in – turn off the light’. The last thing my mum always says to me and my sister before going to bed is 'Last one to bed, lock up and turn the internet off.' She really loathes our broadband box! Stunning poem, as always. Well done on the cherries! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Magic. Ah yes...the internet, I would certainly have been adding that, these days;-) Pleased you enjoyed, and it was good of you to tell me. Hope you week is going well;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by msiagirl on
Really lovely.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
msiagirl - thanks;-) Tina