I remember you always
With a yearning, reluctant heart
The essence of my hopes
The expression of my dreams
Time held our futures concealed
Obscured in radiant, alluring enchantments
As we journeyed together eagerly
In the sunrise of emerging devotion
In growing affections, we forged our way
With impatient desire for each new day
From timid beginnings and lonely places
To a life of promise and warm embraces
With hope to truly think and feel
That just this once the dream was real
When all we dared to wish upon
Had come to pass, then quickly gone
Hopes were fragile
Dreams were fleeting
Both died grieving
Midst broken pieces of my soul
I remember you, unendingly
Through all the days of passing years
In waking hours and throughout the night
I miss you so
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A.H. Browning (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hopes and dreams can get us out of bed and eager to jump into the day. When hopes and dreams are realized and attained, life can be so much more than just day to day existence. The other side of this is that we can always lose the people or things that give us so much joy. I guess what I want to say is I need to live life as fully, honestly, lovingly, openly and fearlessly each and every day. Embrace the people and things I love whole heartedly and not timidly.
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(so well written, thanks for sharing)
really liked these lines:
'Time held our futures concealed
Obscured in radiant, alluring enchantments
As we journeyed together eagerly
In the sunrise of emerging devotion
In growing affections, we forged our way
With impatient desire for each new day
From timid beginnings and lonely places
To a life of promise and warm embraces'
Thank you for your kind words. I know there is some darkness to this one, but that’s just life in my experience. The point of this for me is:
Always hope.
Always dream.
Fearlessly.
Kindest Regards
Wonderfully expressed we do get more reflective after loss and in recognition of our own frailty. Having recently lost my wife after being her carer for decades I can empathise. Although unfortunately unlike you have few good memories as she was physically and mentally ill (due to her many illnesses)
Thank you for commenting. Sorry for your loss.
My mother had to care for my father during the later years of his life. He was diagnosed as bipolar when I was in Jr high school. That was always difficult for both him and our family. During the later years of his life, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. In the last several years of his life, my mother could no longer care for him because it was a full-time job and she had to work as well. We had to provide care for my father at that time. He died in 2005 due to complications from Parkinson’s disease.
For so long I had a very difficult time whenever I tried to think about and remember my parents. When my mother died from cancer in 2017, I was the last (no brothers or sisters) and executor of her estate. In recent years, going through her belongings I chanced to find a photograph of my parents before they were married, a photograph I had never seen before. It was “hidden” behind another photograph, in one of mom’s photo albums. Because of the diseases and subsequent challenges that they both suffered from, all I used to be able to think about was the bad. That photograph saved me. I finally had something, visible proof, where they both looked truly happy, before all of the painful events of theirs lives. I wrote about it and that set me free. I can finally think of my parents and feel happy for the first time in decades. I hope you will check it out. Just looked in my poems, it’s called Lost Photograph.
Kindest Regards
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