Unnoticed for months where I placed them,
one year ago,
your gloves call for my attention
My hands where yours had once been
fill my space
my deepest space
for a moment
In the back closet
I draw my hand
from the pocket of your dress shirt
to the place where your heart once throbbed
and hold still there
until I feel a faint beat
Our house so quiet
your shoes unfilled
your bed empty
my heart heavy so heavy it crushes my lungs
I cannot breathe
This is my entry to The Blockchain Poets community's weekly challenge. This week's prompt is sorrow.
His clothing gets to me, you know? Yet, I keep some of it, so that it can get to me. In so doing, he comes back alive for a breath or two, or a beat in time.
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This brought tears and in a strange way comfort. To have his gloves and place your hands where his hands once were is both sad and heartwarming. To hold a shirt once worn and the closeness of his heart beating in it made me want to cry. The quiet house I can not fathom is the saddest. I would place my feet in his shoes and stand tall thinking of all of the beautiful memories we shared. It is a beautiful poem and I could feel every word.
Thank you so much for your comment! You have a beautiful heart.
Yes, the feelings are very mixed here. I am also both sad at his absence and warmed by his presence, still here in his belongings.
I’m so sorry 😢 My dearest, dear 🥲🥲
Thank you my friend. I do not wish this particular loss on any parent, yet many of us suffer it. I was blessed to have him in my life for 27 years.
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so sad....so touching..
It is terrible to lose a child, however and whenever it happens.
Sending you my love xxxxx
How happy I am to receive it!
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Your words, not much, but evoked with so much pain and sorrow. I'm sending all my love to you, dearest one. I hope your heart heals, even from the things you can't say.
Thank you. I appreciate your wish for me. I wish the same for anyone who loses a loved one.
wow!!
this was so emotional for me. Its an ordeal to loose a child. Perfect words used for this poem.
Thank you. I was lucky to have him with me for as long as I did, he helped me to become who I am today, much stronger and loving than I would have been without him in my life.
Ahhh, how profoundly a small thing such as a shoe (or the silence where once there was noise) can take us back and rekindle sorrow. I think grief can be bittersweet sometimes, as who would ever want to forget, yet it's sometimes almost unbearable to remember.
This poem expresses the feeling of losing someone so well. It brought a tear to my eye, I shall say no more.
I hope you're well Owasco 🌿
Beautiful loving poem!
The silence and distance of a loved one could be felt when the memories of things once shared are seen. Everything feels empty and lonely when they're no longer there. A nice poem that reminds one of the absence of loved ones
This is so touching...so emotional with lots of emotions running through the words. I can't imagine how you feel/felt going through it. Hope you're good 🌹. It is a beautiful poem🤍
Thank you. I will never stop grieving, but I am OK.
Ohhh you convey the weight of sorrow, the immediacy of it even a year later (half a century later, their clothing can bring back that same immediacy) - how I feel it with you!!!
This, I know, and know too well:
My dad's shirts and caps ... the smell of engines and diesel fuel and pipe smoke still lingers in some, undefeated by laundry detergent and line drying in the sun.
I doubt there is anyone who understands this poem better than you do, Carol. Three close deaths in less than a year for you, no? Or not much longer than one year. And Julie, so long ago. Has it been fifty years?
There are a couple things I can't bring myself to wash at all. You know why.
So sorry! I do understand, and the pain is Always there. I try to remember the good times too, it's hard, but worth the effort!
I go places that take me back, and it hurts; but when I remember her standing with me, she's somehow still here! My heart cries, but I try not to...she wouldn't like that.
Go somewhere he liked, and visit him...and smile with the memories! He would like that I think....
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I try. I go to the lake house, which was his favorite place. He is definitely there. Do you feel, as I do, that when you grieve you can bring her back to life? Not in form, but still here energetically for a short time. Whenever I dream of him, he is always radiantly happy.
Still fresh here, so sometimes it's still a little hard here. I am dreaming sometimes and trying to protect her from unknown problems. Sub-consciously, I guess I'm still blaming myself for loosing her....
But more often now it's remembering good times, so my half a heart is beginning to heal I guess. As you know, it will take time...but I'll find a happy meeting place!
But I'm happy to hear there is a good meeting place for you and your's! It makes me smile to know you have him available and happy.
Memories turn sweet over time, and I'm glad you've found your way there.
I think I'll need to move from here to get there, but I'm Working on that.
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