I sit at the table
Eating my dinner,
Just me,
But around me are pictures,
Pictures of those departed,
Departed from my life.
My Dad.
A placid man
Who never raised his voice,
But showed me the way
Into my wonderful life.
He brought music to me,
That music has been with me,
With me all of my life.
And when I listen I think of him,
So he is always with me.
My Mum.
Showed me the way to live,
To live by helping others,
She gave her all to help.
But on her death bed
I recall her final words,
“I have had enough,
I want to go now Andrew”
And that was her final word,
My name was her final word.
My Wife.
That lady of my life
Who I loved with everything,
Everything I had within me.
She was my life,
Now gone,
Taken from me by dementia.
So many, many years we had together,
Years of love and peace of mind,
Never a cross word between us
In all the years of our life together.
Taken from me even though we believed,
That belief is no longer mine.
If christianity was so forgiving
Why did it take her?
She sang its praises ALL her life
But that god and Jesus were not there!
Not there for her!
Or for me!
So I sit at the table
Eating my dinner,
Just me,
With thoughts of them around me.
Yes I miss them
But they can always bring happiness
As in my life with them
There were so many happy times.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Eating dinner on a Saturday evening without my loved one there in person is so hard.
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it seems to me my friend that although no longer physically by your side, you were truly blessed to have shared the company, closeness and love of those three so very influential people and who are clearly with you in mind and spirit... I doubt whether anyone could write such a heart felt poem, if that was not truly the case.....
Neville
Thank you for your kind words Neville, much appreciated.
Andy
Good Morning Uncle Andy - Thanks for sharin* Ole Blue Eyes ~ always good to wake up to a Sinatra Blues - puts life into perspective ! Love the blend of Joy & Sadness in Your nostalgic ODE *Memories are made of This* Brian & I have always said how encouraged we are by the fondness of Your Memories for those who have passed into Eternity - especially You Beloved Wife JOYCE - now a Star waiting for You to join Her in Eternity ! Brian & I still have our Parents (Its MAMAS Birthday Today ~ 60 !) & each other but your Poem reminds us there will come a Day of bitter / sweet parting ~ AMEN !
Thanks for caring & sharing
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛
Good Morning Uncle Andy - Thanks for sharin* Ole Blue Eyes ~ always good to wake up to a Sinatra Blues - puts life into perspective ! Love the blend of Joy & Sadness in Your nostalgic ODE *Memories are made of This* Brian & I have always said how encouraged we are by the fondness of Your Memories for those who have passed into Eternity - especially You Beloved Wife JOYCE - now a Star waiting for You to join Her in Eternity ! Brian & I still have our Parents (Its MAMAS Birthday Today ~ 60 !) & each other but your Poem reminds us there will come a Day of bitter / sweet parting ~ AMEN !
Thanks for caring & sharing
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛
A poignant write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Andy
'My name was her final word.'
Vulnerable and brave: raw emotion on a page.
Brilliant!
Thank you LB, most kind.
Andy
From the heart - you'll never be alone Andy.
Thank you Michael, Joyce is certainly still with me in Spirit.
Andy
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