I shed a tear as I realize
That in every passing day of life
I lose a memory of you in my mind
A smell, a voice, a face
The warm feeling of your embrace
I fear that I may wake up one day
And find that every thought has strayed
But trust that love shall not sever
For ’tis what I’ll hold on to, forever.
These are poetic phrases that I came up with, one sleepless January night. I revisited the feelings of loss, longing and love for family members who have passed on. Now with the last three phrases, I complete my humble sonnet. In turn, I complete the circle.
a lovely thought i was brought here from a page that i wrote as a post thansgiving about
the living past
Comment by aldussault — December 3, 2009 @ 1:55 am |