'The Parting of the Ways'

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 28 Nov 2015
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12 comments
 
And so, my friend, the time has come
for a parting of the ways;
no journey lasts for ever
and end, it must, some day.
So all that’s left for me to do
is to quietly reminisce
to think about those times gone by
and the things that I shall miss.
 
You – leaning on the barbed-wire fence
at the top of your green hill –
your smile that always warmed my heart
despite a cold wind’s chill.
You – bringing me a tub of fruit,
you’d picked that very day,
blackberries you’d grown yourself,
‘I’ve a glut of them’, you’d say.
 
The sunflowers that you used to grow
that rose so very tall
those yellow faces peered at me
above the garden wall...
the bean-sticks you’d erect with pride
to support your hefty crop
the giant marrows that you raised
for our competition spot.
 
What I’ll really miss about you though
is those chats we used to share...
of cabbages, and kings and queens,
of the whys, the whens, the wheres;
the glass of sherry – Tesco’s best,
to these, all, I drink a toast...
until the day we meet again
on that long, and winding road.
Certificate 12
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual
Love
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This seems like a song, Tina, and a sweet tribute. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  Yes, it is rather songlike.  He was a lovely man, and was taken ill yesterday, quite out of the blue. I shall miss him so very much and so will my husband...and it was their relationship this little poem is all about.  He wanted me to write something which could be read as a tribute from him at his funeral.  Thank you, so very much for taking the time to read this yourself, and commenting so kindly.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Perfect to read at his funeral. Just a thought - in the last verse, the word 'share' appears twice, wondered if another might work better in place of one of them and still rhyme... 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I quite agree with you, Bee.  I had noticed myself actually.  Shall put my thinking cap on, forthwith.

Having just put said cap on, and taken it off again, have come up with a solution, so I'm off to edit.

 Many thanks to you , dear Bee, for not letting me lazily sit on those laurels.smiley  

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A warm and kind tribute to your neighbour Tina. It sure sounds like you shared some wonderful memories.

I also agree with Bee, it does have a song about it too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My sincere thanks to you, Jenny.  It is his widow I am so very concerned about now.  She is the same age, and almost totally blind.  She depended on him for everything.  At present she has gone to stay with her daughter...still locally, but she is a very independent woman, so we shall just have to wait, see and pray, as to what the future will hold in store for her.

Tina

 

Submitted by torscot on

What a sad and gentle read sand lady. Perhaps the daughter could read it her mum. I'm sure it would be much appreciated

regards

torscot

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I am sure it would, and such a brilliant suggestion.  Thank yousmiley

All the best

Sand Lady

 

Submitted by celticman on

nicely done. a friend is a friend who remembers a friend. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Indeed. Thanks, celtic

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A warm and gentle friendship. Good to know that the widow does have a caring daughter at hand. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Yes, very much so, Rhiannonsmiley  Thanks for popping by.

Tina