Memorial

Just simple words written in the quiet, small hours of morning

There is no highly polished brass plaque
or words etched into cold, coloured granite,
as this she said would place a burden upon us,
make us feel duty bound to stay, visit,
if for no other reason than to polish, tidy, place fresh flowers,
and this in her mind both a waste of time and money.
Would be better, she said, her memorial be our beating hearts and memories,
as these would not be a bind, would not tie us to one place,
would have her life, love, memory, "portable," ever present
waiting patiently in the shadows of our sub conscious
to be visited, called forward into the light,
even if the light, as is mainly the case, be the darkness,
the quiet small hours of early mornings
when as all sleep the minds of those silently mourning and missing remember...

Author's Note

Hopefully makes sense to some :)

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I read this I loved it
An hour ago I wrote a poem about my cemetery visits as a child
It’s just like yesterday really

[Gee]

Thank you Julie :)

[Stella Armour]

This reminds of something my old godmother told me many years ago about her favourite song for when she passed away. All these years on and i love her sentiments still..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-9lk249v4


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-9lk249v4

[Gee]

Hi Stella, thank you.
Will go have a listen.
Hope you are well

[Stella Armour]

Fine now thank you ( covid jab knocked me sideways).
Going to get out in my little garden this coming week so that will make me happy :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my kind friend and I enjoyed these words.
"waiting patiently in the shadows of our sub conscious
to be visited, called forward into the light,
even if the light, as is mainly the case, be the darkness,
the quiet small hours of early mornings
when as all sleep the minds of those quietly mourning, missing, remember..."
I liked the above lines a lot. In the small hours of the morning. Our mind can wander. Good and the bad places. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you Coyote, hope you are keepingvwell

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend and good morning from Michigan.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it does. The real memorial is in the heart...that we don't forget those we love who have passed on.
That we still feel that love until the day WE pass on.
In the heart is the plaque that counts most.
j.

[Gee]

And then hopefully we are remembered as fondly by those that we leave behing.
Hope you are well Jacob.
Thank you

[Lorry]

Beautifully captured Gee and can only see perfect sense from what she thought of plaques and headstones. Have never Ben there in life, so impossible to remember them there in anything other than a shell of who they were. Best to kep her alive in thought. Memories of places and things she done, enjoyed are the best epitaph could hope for.
I remember my Dad best when in the supermarket and I spot green lids on milk. Reminds me of him trying corn flakes in hospital for the first time in his 60's, commenting that they were nice, but he didn't like that semi skilled milk they gave you. Him and Mum done that all the time, saying side saddles instead of side salads and being overcome with emulsion rather than emotion. It was their personal joke and they didn't care if others thought them daft. Glad I got that from them too. 😉
We can put off visiting a grave, but never put of remembering those wonderful memories shared with them, every time they cross our mind.
Keep safe sir and keep remembering.

[Gee]

Thanks for dropping in Lorry.
The memories get sweeter, less sad with the passing of time.read moreThanks for dropping in Lorry.
The memories get sweeter, less sad with the passing of time.
Hope you are keeping safe and not having to endure to much of the white stuff :)

[Lorry]

Cheers Gee. Snowed overnight, but temp due to rise over the next week, thank f*** 😊