A dear friend of mine wrote this poem and shared it with me last year. I re-read it today and it made me think of Rachel and of Christine and my Aunt Anne. So, today I am dedicating this to all of those we have lost. Such beautiful words from a dear friend, whom, until last year, I never knew was such a great poet.
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And their memories return like the touch of a ghost.
They are gentle yet painful, like lovers apart
… When you whisper their names they are breaking your heart.Now I see them before me, their laughter and joy
Is a welcome reminder when I was a boy,
When the future ahead was a dance and a song
And we’d be there forever all singing along.
But the future becomes present, and present the past
And Time’s not your friend and Death does not fast
For they work hand in hand ‘till they steal it away
And there’s nothing but tears on your St. Patrick’s Day.
So to those that you miss, give a thought and a prayer
And to those that you love, a kind word that you care
And we live with the hope such a fondness will last
For we all become memories in somebody’s past.
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A very tender poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Beth.
I loved your post about your beautiful daughter, very touching.
I hope you both have a wonderful weekend!
Best,
Lisa
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem!
Oh, than you Kathleen for your comment. I love this poem, one of my all time favorites. I hope you have happy St. Patrick’s day!
All the best,
Lisa
Thanks, Lisa, for sending this very moving poem.
Hi Aunt Sally,
Isn’t it a beauty? I just love this poem. Terry (Terrence) was one of my Dad’s piano students and is a very accomplished pianist. And, obviously, a very accomplished poet. Such a moving poem. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Much love to you!
Lisa
Thank you for sharing such a special poem. I’m remembering…
Thank you Nancy. I am remembering too . . .
Thinking of you.
Lisa