14 years

dad in hammock

When Autumn blows,
when Winter snows,
when Summer slows,
when Spring plants grow,
I remember you.

You were my seasons,
and I was content,
to let you be my reason,
for taking the next breath.

Years have turned,
some dreams have burned,
and I have learned,
some memories do not return.

Each tiny part that disappears,
diminishes throughout the years,
the picture that I hold so dear,
and fills me with a desperate fear.

Will one day come,
under this sun,
when all that was our total sum,
dwindles down to none?

© ceenoa

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16 thoughts on “14 years

    • Claudette 30/09/2017 / 11:50 am

      Thanks Brian, that is what it feels like a lot, and sometimes it is not so gentle.

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    • Claudette 30/09/2017 / 11:50 am

      Thanks CJ. It is weird how grief can be beautiful, but it is! It reminds me that I still love.

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    • Claudette 30/09/2017 / 12:00 pm

      Thank Ruth, had a lot of words running through my head, they didn’t come out exactly as I wanted.

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  1. wdfyfe 02/10/2017 / 5:46 am

    A wise person once said “Sometimes sad is what you want.” I see you understand that. Beautiful

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    • Claudette 02/10/2017 / 8:14 pm

      I do understand it, hadn’t hear that before, but it is right. Thanks WD.

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