Nightingale and I

Teddy.15

 

 
 
I've lost my truest love
there's no need
for me to wake up anymore

I don’t want to hear
nightingale sing
I don’t even care
if the spruce
comes to greet me

on my windowsill 
all my bread is stale
as stale as my thoughts
crusting over each and every memory 

tasteless as the evenings dinner
I still cook for him
in hope he will come back
to dine with me, if only one last time?

Just to hear his laughter
and see the way his eyes lit up
when I baked his favorite pie
Just one last time…

I told them to go away, them birds

"Whistle your music
to someone who cares
I told them, i'm no audience for you"

but for some strange reason
they kept coming, every morning and every night
often thinking, why me?

why did I have to feel such love
just to have it ripped away by death?
why, why me?

then with much deep reflection  
I realize
I must be the luckiest
lady in the world
to have had that special love in the first place

and even though now he’s gone
knowing he can never return to my arms

I can give the birds
their well-earned fresh bread
they so deserve

because, they never gave up on me
and I shall never give up
on myself.

  • Author: Teddy.15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2024 01:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written for my dear friend, who lost it all. ❤️
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Bella Shepard.
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful emotive words for your friend Teddy.

    Andy

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you dear Andy, putting ourselves in the shoes of others is sometimes a huge eye opener. 🌹

    • Tom C Dylan

      Such a powerful piece, Teddy. So moving.

      • Teddy.15

        Thank you 🌹

      • Accidental Poet

        A beautiful lesson well learned dear poetess. 🌹👍

        • Teddy.15

          Thank you dear A.P 🌹

          • Accidental Poet

            Not sure if you saw my note to you. You can see a photo of Sharon near the beginning of my page in the entry of "Many A Man". That's her at 14 years old in 1971 at the end of 8th grade and just before she and her family moved from Scituate, Massachusetts to Los Angeles, California. Damn, I'm old. 😁

            • 2 more comments

          • Bella Shepard

            Dear Teddy, you have been inspired you to write something truly incredible. You describe beautifully the loss, the sadness, and then the gift of love to be remembered and cherished. A work of art and remembrance for one so dear.

            • Teddy.15

              Thank you dear Bella 🌹

            • Cassie58

              Wonderfully penned dear Teddy. That opening stanza touches the heart of the reader. It sums up deep loss so well. Grief hits so hard and birdsong can magnify the emptiness ten fold.

              • Teddy.15

                Thank you dear Cassie. 🌹

              • Thomas W Case

                Tremendous, beautiful work. It comes full circle. Powerful work.

                • Teddy.15

                  Thank you dear Thomas. 🌹

                • Doggerel Dave

                  It's the transition you've made (as narrator) within yourself which makes this piece sing, Teddy.

                  • Teddy.15

                    Thank you so much dear Dave, a truly kind thing to say. 🌹

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Never give up on oneself is a battle cry that should be held by all of us. A great parable my friend.

                    • Teddy.15

                      Thank you so much dear sorrenbarret, never in million years. 🌹



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