All day she was in my mind.
Everything I touched
Reminded me of her,
Such simple things
All around our house
Were ours,
But are now mine.
But she is still there,
Still there within me.
Why was she taken?
The love of my life
Only there in spirit,
Not there to hug,
Not there to cuddle.
Such a sad day in my life
As she was in my mind,
In my mind all day,
And on this day especially
I missed her so much.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All I could think of yesterday was Joyce and how much I miss her. The Choir of which I am Chair sang "The Sound of Silence" at Joyce's funeral
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There are bound to be days like that. You are a strong and philosophical, positive person but have all the inbuilt human traits of the rest of us too. Are you on a journey to a higher place than you are conscious of?... there I go off on my thoughts about spritual journeys of enlightenment and reincarnation.... who knows... but it's something which enters my mind.
Also the winter blues lurk ahead don't they. Christmas that great time of coming together for joyous celebration and cheer. Certainly different for you this time. So no wonder there are low times.
What to do? Well I'm no doctor but I think people/company are a great healer - difficult in covid times but you should expand your 'bubble' to its maximum my friend and bounce off people perhaps.
Thank you d a for your insightful words, I will be fine, days like that are very rare as I can accept things in my life, as you know.
That spiritual side of our lives will be with us but I am not going to join it yet, I have too much to do on this earth yet.
You are right, people and company are healers and I have some great friend, I include you amongst them, and we have good times together either meeting properly or even on Zoom, and whatsapp in these lockdown times. My daughter and I do meet at each others houses as we have formed a bubble, the Grandchildren are no longer at home, one is in Beijing the other in Paris, so she too is alone - it works very well.
Andy
It's easy to give some 'super-spiritual' answer such as 'There was a purpose in it'.
I'm not attempting to 'answer' the question, but there were Job's sufferings of old, and Christ's sufferings in His days.
I don't mean religion, or playing 'let's go to church' and the same old messing about, in some places.
Then again - why did two people J and H, two women, pass away from an illness, when the whole church had prayed for them both? (in one or two of my poems somewhere).
I found J's husband rather stand-offish, but H's husband is a church leader - a better person one could hardly hope to meet.
I have used the spiritual answers myself in the past but organised religion no longer has anything for me.
Andy
Thanks for sharing your darkness, even with some light!!
See you on the other side, dancing with your beautiful wife..
Always appreciate a good cry..
The light is always with me Dan and yes I will be dancing with with her again.
Andy
what a comfort your pain must be to Joyce - we never consider that side often, most likely she would wish to save you of such testing days I'm sure, but still that essence of her that remains in your mind, alive and replying to your daily musings - must cherish the transcendent connection your love has established,
what value the statues and monuments for all conquering heroes, when they decay daily and are subjected to the demoralising perpetuity of cobwebbed book covers in dusty old libraries,
nay: I propose true immortality exists within the moments of legacy we impart on those who remember us fondly after we've passed,
thanks for sharing Andy
Such wonderful uplifting words LB. I agree that immortality exists and we will all be together in time.
Thank you.
Andy
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