Teddy.15

San Francisco's Waiting

 

I always used to ask her;
How could you know a City
You've never actually seen with your own eyes?

She always replied; " I just know"

She told me, she was in love
With the Golden Gate Bridge
A truly spectacular sight

She said;
It always had the possibility
To make dreams come true

She saw its potential
It had created a pathway
People could connect
It's a Bridge of Hope, she’d say

I always thought it was the
Cable Cars that she loved
Or the hills?
Maybe even the bright lights of evening?
But it always came back to the Bridge

Even though I myself
Have only ever seen it in books

One day I'd like to visit
If only to see it in person


The Bridge she always spoke of

Then, I could whisper up to the sky

Darling Mum
“You just knew didn't you".

Comments10

  • Neville


    one of the most beautiful places in the US of A that I have so far visited .. we stayed at the Nob Hill Hotel ... check it out ...

    and what a smashing bit of poetry you posted for all of us to enjoy today ...

    this just has to be an absolute must do my friend .. both for yourself and your Mum ....

    I got done by the Bushman while there .. so keep ya eye open for him 🙂



    • Teddy.15

      Dear Neville, there are so many places on my bucket list, thank you for your very kind review. And it's so wonderful that you did, sounds to me that you've been an adventurous traveller too.

    • Thekkinkkattil

      A beautiful poem a tribute to your mom's memory

      • Teddy.15

        Thank you so much

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good and moving words Teddy.

        Andy

        • Teddy.15

          Dear Andy, I only wish I could have visited it with her. Thank you.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Good tribute to a bridge and Mum, Teddy.

          • Teddy.15

            Thank you dear Dave.

            • Doggerel Dave

              You are welcome,Teddy.

            • L. B. Mek

              Beautiful!

              • Teddy.15

                wow, thank you dear L.B

              • Accidental Poet

                I hope you do visit the Golden Gate Bridge Teddy, and your Mum will be with you there. My bucket list contains the Grand Canyon. I've seen pictures, but actually being there is a whole other experience just as the Golden Gate bridge will be for you.

                • Teddy.15

                  Ah the Grand Canyon is also on mine I'd also like to listen to some jazz and blues on the streets of New Orleans. Oh so many places. Thank you dear A P I really appreciate you being here.

                  • Accidental Poet

                    And same of you Teddy. A more boring place it would be without you. 😉

                  • orchidee

                    Good write Teddy.

                    • Teddy.15

                      Awe, thanks orchi. X

                    • Neil Higgins

                      Never been to San Francisco,but the Golden Gate Bridge would definitely be on my bucket list.
                      Been the pub today with the family ( you know why) and I thought I was on their bucket list 🤢
                      Love the poem.

                      • Teddy.15

                        Oh cheers my dear friend, have a drink on me. I hope it didn't rain too much on your yearly adventure.

                      • aDarkerMind

                        a very touching poem Teddy.

                        lets hope, one day...you get there;

                        and you are your Mother can enjoy it together.

                        • Teddy.15

                          So very kind of you, even when someone is gone they will never be forgotten if we remember with love and memories. Thank you dear Poet. She was a truly inspirational lady.

                        • Saxon Crow

                          Teddy by far my most favourite of your poems. Simply beautiful

                          • Teddy.15

                            Wow, thank you so much Sax, she's gone but never far from my heart.



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