Whisper in my Heart by cagewench
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I see you there, growing fainter In the shadows of my memory Your voice no longer clear Just a whisper in my heart The smell of you has faded From your clothes
And I can’t pretend That I can feel your hands, on my back Holding me up Offering support and love When I feel the most in need My eyes fill up with tears, when I think of all these years We’ve missed
Yet I remember you
Sitting in your rocking chair With something being crocheted A glass or can of Pepsi by your hand You were strong and silent A small smile on your lips Holding secrets no one ever knew
A long-held dream, of another life You once spoke to me about Visions thwarted, so you etched yourself Another path Of a husband and a family You were the solid center, in a world of disarray
And then you passed away
Almost every day, I have a moment that I share with you A fleeting thought, a joyous laugh, Thanks to the antics of my son I remember that you love me and I like to feel I make you proud Of the woman, who was the girl, whom you brought into your home
You never got to be an artist but you left your mark on all of us A moving canvas, of flesh and blood, of heart and bone and soul You sculpted us with values, your kiln fired up with love and discipline Even when we chose our separate paths, and sometimes found you couldn’t understand You held us in your heart
Mom, you didn’t always know Where we were coming from, or going to You worried how our lives would all end up But I feel you would be more than pleased to know Our lives will show That your legacy of love has carried on
We remember what you taught us Lessons filling up our heads and hearts Things that shall endure, across the great divide Of life and death, and of the unknown Beyond the senses that we have
P.S. And please, give our love to Dad…
I wrote this July 25, 2008.
Comments (2)
miner027
Outstanding work... comes from the heart...Bravo! and well done... 5++++
auntietk
What a beautifully moving piece. You've captured emotion without being maudlin, and your words feel real in every line. Very nicely done.