Watching

Cherry

By jennifer

Mon, 29 Jul 2024
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Watching

Jennifer Pickup, 29.07.2024
I know that you’re here with me,
Even though I can’t see you,
You are keeping a close eye,
Watching everything I do.
It’s the coincidences,
The things others might not see,
Echoes of you everywhere,
Little messages for me.
A feather falls on the path,
When I’m walking on my own,
You would put them in your hat,
Now I know I’m not alone.
I use a familiar phrase,
Something that you used to say,
And I pick your habits up,
More and more along the way.
A car just like yours is parked,
When I’m lacking confidence,
I have your strength in my heart,
And I can feel your presence.
When I’m not sure I can trust,
Somehow someone has your name,
You won’t let me make mistakes,
And I’m so glad that you came.
I hope you watch her as well,
Keep the shadows from her side,
And when she may need some help,
You are there to be a guide.
I wish I could see your face,
I could hear your voice again,
Reach up and give you a hug,
But just memories remain.
When I want to tell you things,
I speak all my thoughts aloud,
I know that you’re listening,
And I hope I make you proud.
I know that you’re watching me,
Keeping a protective view,
Though I had to say goodbye,
I haven’t really lost you.
Certificate PG
Poem
Storm on the Horizon (2023-2024)
Spiritual
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is such a beautiful heartfelt poem that describes exactly how I feel about a lost loved one.

I presume the man in the photo is your father, he looks like a very kind gentle man. I hope you always feel his love surrounding you.

Take care and keep the faith.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jennifer on

Yes, correct guess - that's my Dad in the picture, in one of his hats!

It's been nearly three years and I still miss him every day, but he leaves me these little hints he's still around, which make me feel so loved!

J x

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

People we love live on in our memories - doesn't matter how long it's been, they're still there with us. Thank you for this Jennifer - so glad you shared it

 

Submitted by jennifer on

Thank you, this poem is a result of the last few days - I felt my Dad's presence very strongly when changing my car - something, had he been here, he would have helped me with/taken charge of! But he is here, as it turns out! So many little clues over the last few days, it's been very reassuring and also very emotional.

And I got a little clue my Grandad was here, too! A golf ball, stuck under the passenger seat, when I took the last of my stuff out of my old car before handing it over. No idea how it got there - I have no explanation, other than perhaps my previous dog found it on a walk, in which case, it must have been there for years...but then to be found at that moment...? (My Grandad was a keen golfer!).

J x 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

The living and the dead kept apart, the bridge being love; a lovely poem Jennifer to what we can see was a lovely man.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by jennifer on

What a gorgeous phrase....'the bridge being love'. The joy of publishing poetry to be read by other poets and writers! He was a great dad, he is much missed.

J x

 

Submitted by celticman on

lovely words of consolation. but more than that. 

 

Submitted by jennifer on

As more time goes by, the more I believe they walk with us...

J x