cards (happy birthday, love)
to look into you and see eternity.
-- dsnake1
pencil sketch by dsnake1 from a card's design
cards (happy birthday, love)
you ask
why do i still
keep these cards?
all these years
in a cardboard box
dusty among the books
on the shelves
the sunshine
seldom kisses
and sometimes i
take them out
touch the paper
run my fingers over
the indentations
her neat handwriting
heart in
every line & letter
each card
a different year
but always
the same message
happy birthday, love.
i ask
can i forget then?
these are the songs
i will not
hear again
her voices
her joy
that there will be
no more words
since
that night
the night
swallow up the stars
19/03/2014
**********
Accept - Kill The Pain
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
-- dsnake1
cards (happy birthday, love)
you ask
why do i still
keep these cards?
all these years
in a cardboard box
dusty among the books
on the shelves
the sunshine
seldom kisses
and sometimes i
take them out
touch the paper
run my fingers over
the indentations
her neat handwriting
heart in
every line & letter
each card
a different year
but always
the same message
happy birthday, love.
i ask
can i forget then?
these are the songs
i will not
hear again
her voices
her joy
that there will be
no more words
since
that night
the night
swallow up the stars
19/03/2014
**********
Accept - Kill The Pain
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
posted by dsnake1 at 10:50 PM
22 Comments:
So sad and beautiful...Hugs !
Thank you, Rallentanda!
I don't know but I do too. A history of love recorded.
yes, a history.
Thank you, Colleen.
We can't help but hold on to sentimental things. And if they get a little dusty sometimes, it's no trouble to shake them off a bit and remember.
A haunting image - of a night "swallowed up by stars"
Thanks for dropping by my blog. Happy Sunday
Much💛love
So sad, but to touch the cards recalls the sound of her voice for a brief moment ... a touch from the beyond.
An incredibly beautiful poem ... I have a box like yours.
Sorrow ... and also joy, in love remembered and love still present. Why not keep them, and sometimes even look at them and touch them? Sometimes we need the tangible. (Not that you could really lose them even if you did throw them out. But still, it's nice to have them.)
I think the poem is perfect, perfectly constructed, and the last line heart-rending.
How sad one feels when all you have left of them is a photograph. A very moving poem.
Very romantic and sad.
A poignant poem beautifully written That last line is my favourite
That's beautiful. Interesting too, as I need to rid myself of cards, they hurt too much. Perhaps my children would have one day wanted to see who wrote cards of condolences when their father died, but I couldn't bear to let them exist.
I love the ending repeat of night and "swallow up the stars."
Rommy,
yes, some things we can't help but hold on to...
Gillena,
Thank you! :)
Beverly,
ah, a touch from the beyond..
Helen,
Thank you!
a box of memories too? :)
Rosemary,
Thank you!
i think we need the tangibles too, because we do not know if one day dementia may visit.
Robin,
Thank you!
Very special to you. My grandmother would always give us a handkerchief
embroidered with our initials. I don't have a one of them now. You are
doing well to keep what you have for old memories sake.
..
Jenna,
Thank you!
Marja,
Thank you!
Lisa,
yes, if the hurt is too much, perhaps it's better to be rid of the cards. :(
Thank you, Jim.
i think a person should remember where he came from...
Beautifully poignant. Your sketch is beautiful!
Thank you, magiceye! :)
Mind blowing post
Thank you, Rajani! :)
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