Teacups And Tears

An oldie given an airing

Time, the great healer had done no such thing.
His home had become a shrine,
her photos adorning walls
and every dust covered surface.
He celebrated birthdays, anniversaries,
with her memory,
a table for two in their favourite restaurant,
two glasses of red poured.
Waiters would ask as to his partners arrival,
he would smile,
continue his conversation oblivious to the stares.
Back home he would comfy himself,
feet warm in slippers,
slippers that sat nestled aside hers when not worn,
these beneath her summer coat in the hallway.
With a whisky in hand he would pore over letters, albums,
watch, re watch, over and over badly shot film,
weddings, birthdays, Christmas'.
Always there was laughter, a smile on her face.
When wearied he would kiss goodnight her wedding day face,
tell her that he loved her,
would see her in the morning.

In the kitchen two teacups, side by side,
sat readied for breakfast.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

your title is gripping, it called out pick me, as I searched which poem to read first. But this jewel of yours is meat and potatoes set to a harp. Your opening line powerful and spells out what is to follow with pure poetic beauty.

[Gee]

Thank you Cherrie, glad that you enjoyed the read

[denise]

I felt his devastation ... good images ... well done

[Gee]

Thank you Denise

[Govind singh]

Damn!!!I felt it...one of the beautiful poems I read...thnk u for sharing Ur words and thoughts..

[Gee]

Thank you Govind

[Govind singh]

Ur welcome....u deserve it

[B. Maaitah]

I looove it.. the imagery is painted oh so well that I can vividly see each scene...
such saddening but overwhelming emotions throughout..
great work

[Gee]

Thank you kindly

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Oh to have such a love shared by two that life is not worth while or worth living if you cannot be together, years at my heart to think of how devastating it must be to be stuck in a place in time where no matter what you do that your true love shall never return. Beautiful and emotional, I love it🌹

[Gee]

Again thank you. I guess in reality the old fella would be me.

[The Surreal Art Psychon..]

I enjoyed it, if enjoyment is the right word for a poem like this. It's an interesting cocktail of beauty and sadness, with a few drops of humor. I saw the funny side of the make believe conversation in the restaurant.

In the first line, if you put a comma after time and another one after healer, I believe that will make the best places to pause, for effect, clear to the reader. I also think you need a comma after hers and after worn in the fourteenth line, perhaps after anniversaries in the fifth line too. That would show where I pause when reading your poem anyway. What do you think?

[Gee]

Thank you for both reading and correcting seen mistakes. Very much appreciated

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love this I read it again

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Mrudula Rani]

I cried reading your Teacups and tears! I lost my brother 16 months ago.( complications after lung surgery) He left behind love of his life.

[Gee]

I’m so sorry for your loss and that’s this brought tears.
Thank you for enduring and commenting

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Taino]

Okay you did it again, this seriously warmed my heart. A love so dear that you hold her so close to your heart that she will forever be a part of your soul. She will be with you now and forever more.

[Gee]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed

[Maxwell Ryder]

I got attracted to the catchy title, thinking it would be a bit lighter. Houses the day after death must have the feel of museums.

[Gee]

Perhaps. Cheers Maxwell