Thank you. It’s hard to see a way forward at the moment. I have got alot of support from this forum and people like yourself . Xx
Thank you. Everybody’s support is such a big help xx
One day at a time. Xx
Thank you for sharing your poem with us Yemmy. Sending you love xx
I Miss You by A.F.Harrold
I miss you
Like the puddle misses the snowman it was,
I miss you like the butterfly misses the caterpillar,
Like the frog misses the tadpole,
Like the penguin misses the warm egg.
I miss you
Like the desk misses the tree it was before it was my desk.
I miss you
Like the oak tree misses the acorn it grew from,
Like the silence misses the song,
Like the book misses the blank page.
I miss you
Like the surprise misses still being a surprise,
Like the sailor misses the land,
Like the astronaut misses the earth,
Like the grown up misses being the child,
Like the arrow misses the bow it’s shot from.
I miss you like I miss you…
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Every time you post a “new” poem I think you have found treasure…but this time you have surpassed them all! Thank you Kate…three years on and I tell his photo every day “I miss you my darling …I miss you more today than yesterday but less than I will tomorrow” Tomorrow I shall read him this poem and imagine his smile. Thank you x
I know you would appreciate it Amelie’sgran. Once again I found it by accident. I was in Waterstones, picked up a poetry book, opened it up and there it was… incredible. Xx
Hi lovely Kate like that one x
Love
Love is a temporary madness,
It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether
Your roots have so entwined together
That it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being ‘in love’,
Which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away
And this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots
That grow towards each other underground
And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches
They find that they are
One tree and not two…
From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
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Also from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
She knew that it was not precisely a body that one loved.
One loved the man who shone out through the eyes and used its mouth to smile and speak…
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Not a poem but a children’s story. The Velveteen Rabbit. So relevant. I’ve actually never read the full text until today. It’s beautiful and so ‘Real’.
https://archive.org/stream/thevelveteenrabb11757gut/11757.txt
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Bless you Kate…the Velveteen Rabbit is one of my favourite stories and the poems are beautiful. Thank you for cheering up our weekend. Take care special lady x
Hmmmmm!!! My goodness. I must be getting very easily stirred because that story brought tears to my eyes and I remembered such stories from childhood.
Thank you so much Kate.
Thank you crazy Kate for just a few moments whilst reading the story I forgot everything. Made me think reading stories gives our broken hearts a little time off . Thank you so very much xxx
Hello AG, Jonathan and Unhappy127. I’m pleased if the story has given something whatever that might be. I could relate it both to my love and my grief. What a wonderful story . I can’t believe I’ve never read it until today. Sending love to you all xx
It’s very special when we find words that encapsulates our love that has moved to a spiritual plain. They speak to our hearts, our minds and truly shows us we don’t face our life after loss alone.
We live on… no matter what…
The Ascension
And if I go,
While you are still here …
Know that I live on ,
vibrating to a different measure behind a veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me.
so you must have faith,
I wait for the time we can soar together again
both aware of each other
until then, live your live to the fullest and when you need me, Just whisper my name to your heart… I will be there.
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Perfect SanW, just perfect. Thank you xx
I found this today, but couldn’t find the name of the writer. It so sums up my feelings . As I approach the first years anniversary of Johns leaving me the feeling of not coping seems to grow.
This is me grieving
This is me doing well
This is me being strong
Lots of tears
Shaking sobs
Bursts of anger
Extreme confusion
Consistent forgetfulness
Tentative smiles
Ripples of laughter
Always remembering
Forever missing
This is me doing well
This is me being strong
This is me grieving
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That is just beautiful and reading it envelops me with a feeling of peace .
Thank you xxx