I Remember the Days

Cherry

By hudsonmoon

Wed, 22 Apr 2015
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18 comments
 

 

When I come home

I check his place

on the mantle,

surrounded there by

framed mementos



I lift him sometimes

and plant a kiss

I get teary-eyed

and lost in thought



I remember the days

when he was young

running wild with friends

'round the house



He wasn't so breathless then

back then it was all

fun and games and guys



Guys were what he called

his army of playthings

Power Rangers, Ninja Turtles

and such



An innocent time

before the oxygen tanks

before the hospital stays

and coughing fits



How he hated it later 

a strain on

his late adolescence



Then came his twenties

and the girl

not just any girl

the girl



She came along

and he was smitten

wide-eyed and madly

in love



They fell together

like puzzled souls

destined to be

joined together



He proposed in Central Park

we serenaded and drank

a toast

they were the happiest 

days of his young life 



Then weeks later

on that final day

we sang him that

song once again



'Though I know

I'll often stop

and think about

them

In my life

I love 

you more'

Certificate U
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Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

It seems wrong to comment,but: beautiful writing, utterly heart-breaking, I can't even begin to imagine...

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you. It came in a rush. When ever I make an attempt to write about it, the words never come. Then I get that whisper in my ear that we all get on occasion, and it seemed to write itself. So I just wrote it as it came to me without toying with it too much. It helps the healing. Talking about him helps more than staying silent. Many thanks, again.

Rich

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

The whisper wrote beautiful. A cleanly written poem full of his life, your life and the hole there now.

 

Submitted by denni1 on

How amazing xx

Submitted by celticman on

puzzled souls. No sums. Just son and the sadness is palpable. 

 

Submitted by jolono on

Hard to read, so I can imagine how hard it was to write. But it's good to get it out there Rich. All the best to you and the family.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you wonderful souls for taking the time to read this. This sort of grief is new to me and dealing with it is a one day at a time deal. The only thing I'm sure of is the need to get out of bed each morning and honor my son the best way I can. He was a kind, generous, compassionate soul and I miss him. 

This site and the folks associate with it, whether they know it or not, have played a big part in the healing process. I'll never forget that. Cheers and love to all. 

Rich

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

It helps the healing. Too right, Rich. And it just comes anyway. Somehow keeps us in touch. Left a lump in my throat, reading this. Well done, mate.

Parson Thru

Submitted by scratch on

Love you, man.

 

Submitted by jolono on

Well said Rich. We have to go on everyday. Because thats what we do. Love you mate.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Ah, thank you boys. Sending the love right back. Spring has sprung in New York and feeling better than I have in quite a while.

As ever,

Rich

 

Submitted by denni1 on

Hello .. maybe you could write something about that? All the very best from lovely Edinburgh xx

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Rich, 

Second attempt at writing this.  I am so glad you wrote this piece.  Was it after that bad day you mentioned in your message  to me?  I have also been toying with the idea of putting something up.  Like you, it just seemed to pour out and I feel better for  it. It is not something I could say to my girls as it would upset them but I needed to express how I felt at that moment..  Stay strong, Rich.

Moya 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Hi, dearest Moya. It was written a few weeks back. I'd been trying to write something for the longest time, but the words wouldn't come. I was too bottled up. Then, like with the song for Sam, it just came to me like a whisper in the ear. I love when that happens. It's like your just taking dictation. Also, I'd been listening to a song called Step Inside This House. I listened for days on end and it seemed to set the tone for what I would eventually write. Do write about it, Moya. But only post if you're comfortable about it. And do write ti me if you get the urge. I think of you often. I like that maybe we could be a comfort to each other at times. I'll post the song here if you'd care to hear it. Big hugs to you, dear lady.   http://youtu.be/Y5NEyR1zilE

Rich x

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Rich, I listened to the song and it was lovely and I can see why it  would set the tone for what you wanted to write.  I want to post what I have written, but  know I am no poet.  It was just how it came to me and so I set it down.  

Yes, I too think if we can offer some comfort when needed it's another step away from the abyss in which we find ourselves.  Your loss goes against the proper order of things because it's  the parent who usually goes first and I can't imagine how painful that must be.  My loss was  unexpected and happened so quickly.  I had always wanted to go first because I thought Derek would cope better than I would.

Sending love to you and Darcey and Chrystal

Moya x 

 

Submitted by derekpayton512 on

I had to hold back tears as I read this poem. This is truly beautiful, my empathy wrenched my heart a thousand different ways as I followed your lines. Your pain and your love were both very evident, thank you for sharing this with us.

Submitted by seashore on

You know that I know and I'm thinking of you, your lovely boy and all our children taken too soon.

The pain is always there, some days more than others x

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

I know you do, Coral. I think of you, as well, on days like these. As you know anniversaries are especially hard. We think we're gonna be okay. Then we're not. Hugs to you, dear lady. Hope you're keeping well under all these trying circumstances around us. x

Rich