In Memoriam
With you I always saw the potted palms
Marble floors and Chinese jardinieres
Polished ancient oak and well-worn arms
Of venerable tufted leather chairs.
Curious how your face evoked the glow
Of firelight and candles in old brass!
When I knew you, the wine had ceased to flow,
And so I have no love for Irish glass.
But crewel and damask –– spices from the East ––
Herbal tea and pottery Quimper
Feed my sorrow, as my eyes do feast
On relics left from life within your care.
O, dearest, gentle one, you were the Past ––
A waking dream –– a joy I still hold fast.
~ FreeThinke - November 3, 1984
Lovely verse FreeThinke. For one doubt very special.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes.
DeleteAlma Rodriguez said
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful, beautiful poem. Anniversaries of profound losses remain difficult through the years, especially as we grow older and our circle shrinks.
Tell me, please what is the font that you used ? It is exactly right for the content and affect of your poem. I loved the pictures you chose too.
A Phoenix shall arise from the ashes. Sin may seem sweet for a season, but sooner or later, good overcomes evil.
ReplyDelete"Whatsoever a man soweth, that also shall he reap."
DeleteIt is inescapable, but we should also remember "The mills of God grind slowly, but exceedingly fine,"
What may seem like aeons to us may only be a matter of hours from God's perspective.