Sunday, June 13, 2021

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
that night
the night
swallow up the stars


Accept - Kill The Pain

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021

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Blogger rallentanda said...

So sad and beautiful...Hugs !

13 June, 2021 23:06  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Rallentanda!

13 June, 2021 23:29  
Anonymous said...

I don't know but I do too. A history of love recorded.

13 June, 2021 23:33  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

yes, a history.
Thank you, Colleen.

13 June, 2021 23:45  
Blogger Rommy said...

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.

14 June, 2021 01:05  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

A haunting image - of a night "swallowed up by stars"
Thanks for dropping by my blog. Happy Sunday


14 June, 2021 01:08  
Blogger indybev said...

So sad, but to touch the cards recalls the sound of her voice for a brief moment ... a touch from the beyond.

14 June, 2021 01:15  
Blogger Helen said...

An incredibly beautiful poem ... I have a box like yours.

14 June, 2021 04:56  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

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.

14 June, 2021 06:45  
Blogger Old Egg said...

How sad one feels when all you have left of them is a photograph. A very moving poem.

14 June, 2021 09:18  
Blogger Jenna said...

Very romantic and sad.

14 June, 2021 09:41  
Blogger Marja said...

A poignant poem beautifully written That last line is my favourite

14 June, 2021 09:42  
Blogger Lisa said...

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."

14 June, 2021 09:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


yes, some things we can't help but hold on to...


Thank you! :)


ah, a touch from the beyond..

14 June, 2021 10:16  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you!
a box of memories too? :)


Thank you!
i think we need the tangibles too, because we do not know if one day dementia may visit.


Thank you!

14 June, 2021 10:25  
Blogger Jim said...

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.

14 June, 2021 11:23  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


Thank you!


Thank you!


yes, if the hurt is too much, perhaps it's better to be rid of the cards. :(

14 June, 2021 13:27  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Jim.

i think a person should remember where he came from...

14 June, 2021 13:30  
Blogger magiceye said...

Beautifully poignant. Your sketch is beautiful!

14 June, 2021 20:40  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, magiceye! :)

14 June, 2021 22:05  
Blogger Rajani Rehana said...

Mind blowing post

19 June, 2021 13:42  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Rajani! :)

19 June, 2021 15:06  

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