Now
Thoughts like this call to me
Now and then
And then
I realize they’re always there
My lips may not move
Yet I wonder
Do you hear me
And miss me in the same way?
The time since may grow longer
But the time to come
When I may once more
Hold your hand is far shorter
This poem was inspired by Memorial, by Ron. Lavalette.
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It’s certainly a recognition of one’s mortality to realize the time might not be shorter.
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Since I’ve made that observation a few times in my poetry I have to remind myself not obsess over it. Maybe I’m just trying to find the best way to phrase it.
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Not obsessing is a probably good. 😀 I suppose as we get older, we discover comparisons like that. But I imagine you could also find some whimsical comparisons, too.
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💔
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I’m counting on seeing my loved ones who have passed on also, Ken. Just as they are counting on us. I don’t think we would have been designed with such long memories otherwise.
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Wouldn’t that be nice?
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Ken, thank you for posting “Now” now … very relevant for me in this moment and the many, many left until I am no longer “here” to miss my son. I cannot help but wonder if his essence picks up on my thoughts, wishes as they occur. I definitely sense his continuing vibrations, that our connection is not gone, just very changed. I have a similar sense regarding my mother who died in 1990, but not much with my dad who died in 1962 (guess I was not mature enough then to “connect” and lost my chance; tho my son seemed to embody Daddy’s spirit, so maybe Daddy found his way to connect.)
This poem is a keeper for me – saving a copy right now!
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Thank you so much for this perspective, Jazz.
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It’s something to ponder. I think it’s larger than I can comprehend. (K)
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I like the concluding remark, that we don’t really know, living the mystery raises so many unknowns.
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Thank you, Paul.
One day at a time.
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Yes indeed.
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I’m in a different situation, in that I hope not to re-encounter quite a few of those who have gone before, so I am grateful for the time that has passed without them here, sounds harsh, maybe, but it’s my reality. Reading your poem I reflect instead on those I do hope to see again, and I hope they will feel the same way, when the time comes, pleased that I have arrived! Very thought provoking, what you have written here.
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Thank you, Claudia. Of course bad vibes are best avoided.
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