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Sometimes
I pretend he’s not dead
It's like I forget he's gone
I still think of him out there
In his flat
Living his life
Laughing and joking with his neighbors
Visiting his aunt
Sat in his room
With that smile
That i’ll never see again
And for a moment
I believe it
And then i’m crying
I can’t make it true
I can only pretend
Pretend he’s doing okay
That he’s happy
That’s he’s out there
Somewhere
Still laughing and joking
With that big smile
Wherever he is now
I hope that much is true
The smile pierces the soul and time. If smiles were part of his life, rest assured that they will continue to be and from heaven he will see that you get yours back.
Thank you :)
I lost my father and I have the same feeling about him!
Thank you so much, it's really good to know its something other people experience <3
Those realities do matter
For some time
As real as the rest
Compartments of the mind
That have the right to be
All things eventually
Shall turn to memory
Those memories do matter
<3 this is such a beautiful way of seeing it, thank you for words that mean a lot
You are welcome :)
Hello @letalis-laetitia,
A sad poem that reminds me of the beauty of life in the memory of those who are no longer with us.
Beautiful photo!
Your words are keeping your memory of your father vibrant as seems he was a very vibrant man!
It's necessary, the pretense that all is well. We survive, thanks to the pretense. If we tell ourselves every day that it's ok, eventually, we will be ok... right???
Beautiful, but very sad poem!! Thank you for sharing!!
Stay Safe!!
Thank you :)
How lovely your poem is @letalis-laetitia. He will live forever in your precious memory of him. The tasks you remember so vividly him doing brings a smile to your face. Fond memories.
Take care.
Thank you @justclickindiva, and you are right <3
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Thank you very much!
beautiful poetry, reminded me of my father, a while ago came to my dreams, thanks for reminding me
it's really good to know its not just me - thank you <3
A very beautiful expression of your sentiments for someone obviously very special to you. Thank you for sharing this fine work of yours with us!
Thank you for stopping by to read it :)
Thanks for sharing. This is something I have experienced too. ❤️
It means so much to me to hear you say that, I tend to be quite hard on myself for letting my mind wander down those sort of paths but seeing you say that, I don't feel so bad for doing it. Thank you <3
Putting pain into words is on way of healing the soul. We hurt, we move on and we learn to live with it each day. Sad yet beautiful words.
It isn't something I've written about so openly before so hopefully. Thank you for stopping by.
This is such a beautiful poem. 🙏
Thank you :)
Good morning, @letalis-laetitia
Sad, but beautiful poem.
I hope he takes care of you from wherever he is
A big hug
Thank you, sincerely, that means a lot <3
Lovely poem, I feel your pain.
Thank you <3
That's a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you :)
Lovely poem but also is so sad. 💜
Thank you <3
<3
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"Wherever he is now"... I hope so, too.
<3
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”
James Whitcomb Riley
!! - it was your post on reconnecting with your brother that I was reading that led me to writing this. Just for a moment, I forgot, and wished I could reconnect with mine now we're older, only to remember we lost touch because he passed away. Just for a moment, I could see him, and found myself thinking about getting in touch, it really caught me off guard. He's not there, someone else lives in his flat, I can't visit him or message him, I can't make more memories. I just have to cherish the ones I have :)
I'm also happy that my post inspired you, even though it opened
Some sadness for you, it also brought out some good memories too.Good Morning @letalis-laetitia, I hope you are well.
Thanks for sharing this with us. I hope that you feel a lot better now.
Thank you
Lovely poem ❤️🐝
Thank you :)
@letalis-laetitia,
Here's a link to a post from several years ago. The "essence of a person" lives on in those who remember them.
https://hive.blog/poetry/@quillfire/two-beats-poem-a-tribute-to-mothers-of-fallen-soldiers
Quill
Thank you, that is a truly beautiful and moving poem @quillfire it is so moving. My memory is really really poor, and I can never trust that I remember things right. I think one of the hardest things is wishing I has more memories of him, that I knew him well enough/my memories of him were reliably enough to envision his reaction to things now.
I guess we all hope that for all the loved ones who have gone, espeially if they have gone prematurely.
I tend to feel like that about a niece who was murder. She was very young. Sometimes I call my sister and ask about her other daughters and have to stop myself from mentioning her name.
Censorship is a form of mourning
<3 thank you, I hadn't thought, but that is probably part of it - people who should still be here but aren't. I want to hug you, thank you so much, you are right.
He is still with you although not his physical presence, but he still lives in your heart! Lovely poem, take comfort in the memories.
thank you <3
Lovely poem remembering....
<3
Beautiful poem, so much love. We do truly miss those we love when they're no longer with us. Blessings
Thank you, it is hard, but I wouldn't ever want to stop missing him <3
He must have been a very dear person to you. I'm sure he's smiling and bringing joy wherever he is.
Thank you :)
This is a sad and beautiful poem, @letalis-laetitia. I'm not sure where my comment went, as I'm sure I wrote this the other day, but creative writing and poetry are wonderful ways to process loss.
Thank you, I did see a comment from you before the bank holiday weekend but i'm not sure where it's gone either. I suspect there is a comment vanishing creature on hive rather akin to the one in the sock drawer ;)
You gave me the permission I needed to post something like this, I also thought i'd left you a reply on an inkwell post that the sock monster ate lol. I'm not good at being open about my feelings, and tend to paraphrase and use a lot of euphemisms, but it can lead to absolutely horrible misunderstandings. I wrote this following reading someones post about reconnecting with their brother, and was just hit with the thought of my own and the desire to do that myself, then overwhelming sadness. I wasn't going to do anything with this, overtype it or maybe pick at it, finding fault until I was more annoyed at myself than anything else, but i thought about what you said, about it not being a bad thing and posted it before I could change my mind. Yeah I think especially for introspective processing, it can be really helpful to people. I have a really strong aversion to the popular concept of therapy poetry, and it's portrayal in popular culture, I am so used to things like "therapeutic"/"processing emotion through" writing and poetry being a paraphrase for rubbish/self-indulgent/over dramatic/not real poetry - you know the whole trope but i'm glad I got past it enough for this :)
I think creating art out of disaster is a great way to help it become something more than pain. I wasn’t aware of therapy poetry, though!
I'm probably using the wrong word, it's so steeped in pop culture, especially American TV, it must be something you've come across before. Its normally teens sent to therapy or rehab, or struggling with loss, and they write poetry to help with the healing process. Someones diary is found or their note book snatched and then other people find the poetry, and it gets ridiculed by their peers as really bad. I did study counseling, and expression through poetry was one of the tools they encouraged the use of to help people open up and process their feelings, I probably started seeing them as two different things then. Its hard to balance peoples expectations in terms of acceptable standards for poetry and writing for me. I have managed to move away from thinking like that with stories, but I really struggle with the poetry.
This is so powerful and universal - I miss him too, whoever he is!
He sounds much too young to have departed this world.
How I feel the loss! How I feel for you!! I hear a Brit vibe: in his flat, "sat" in his room - @GuyTMartland got me used to that variation on "sat," not used by most Americans (or Midwesterners).
I didn't know sat was a british turn of phrase, happy to have learnt something :)
thank you so much, your comments here have really meant a lot to me.
I think you've got it exactly, especially at times like this <3
"The cat was sat on the kitchen table" - it took some getting used to, for me, reading Brit English. Maybe it isn't only Brits who conjugate "sit" that way - but if I see it in prose, I think "Must be written by a Brit." Americans say "The cat sat," or the cat "was sitting," but not "was sat."
And now, back to the belief (pretense, intentional thinking) that all is well and all shall be well!