Popping corks and laughter

Attended the opening of a garden room that is dedicated to the memory of Deb Daly who passed away last August.

Sometimes we forget the sadness
notice not your empty chair
as popping corks and laughter
fill the celebratory air,
but when your name is mentioned
and tales of you relayed,
the light dims briefly in our eyes
and on lips sad smiles are played,
because popping corks and laughter
with you walked hand in hand,
into our hearts where love you left
like footprints in the sand.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Starbaby]

A lovely write, celebrating one who had a special place in your life and now in your memories. Beautifully expressed sentiments and a lovely tribute.

[FGFRANKLIN]

Wow. This is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. It's the sort of thing that just touches our humanity and doesn't just brush against it but consoles it with a firm and reassuring hand. This is really a gem of a write and a worthy eulogy to a life well lived. I enjoyed the read. F.

[Gee]

Good morning, glad you enjoyed this as it was a gift to the daughter of the lady written about. It sits in a double frame opposite a photo of the much missed Deb.
Thank you

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very eloquent poetic tribute writen in flowing metre and rhyme.

[Gee]

Thanks John. Deb is sorely missed every day

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to the way that we remember those who have passed on, and the way that their absence can be felt even in the midst of celebration and joy. I love the way you describe the way that we sometimes forget the sadness, and fail to notice the empty chair, as popping corks and laughter fill the air. The way you describe the light dimming in our eyes, and the sad smiles that play on our lips when your name is mentioned, is particularly poignant, as it captures the way that memories of loved ones can bring both joy and sorrow. I also love the way you describe the way that popping corks and laughter walked hand in hand with you, into our hearts, where love was left like footprints in the sand. Overall, I think your poem is a beautiful and moving tribute to the power of memory, and the way that those we love can continue to live on in our hearts, even after they are gone. It made me feel both sad and comforted, and I really enjoyed reading it.

[Gee]

A belated thank you

[Lorry]

It is how we keep people alive Gee, through remembering the good times we sheared and still do, every time we think of them.
Beatifully stated.
Hope you and yours are well, or as well as can be.

[Gee]

Hi Lorry, apologies for the late thank you. Hope all is well up North

[Lorry]

No worries Gee. Recently out of hospital with a pulminory embolism, or a blood clot in plainspeak, but feeling great now and thankful to be free.

[Gee]

Glad you survived :) Down here amongst my ne'er do well mates that would be put down as attention serking:)))

[Gee]

Seeking...

[Lorry]

All I was seeking was to be able to breathe. Just woke up one night clueless as to why I couldn't catch my breath. Then I started coughing up blood and they started jabbing me with syringes. Was quite a tough gig for a while and one I don't wanna repeat. And the food in hospital is disgusting too. If it were a hotel, my review would just say " one star. I won't be back!" 😊

[Gee]

😂You're obviously made of girders Lorry :))

[Lorry]

Ah, you noticed the rust spots? 😊

[Gee]

Rust or spilled ironbru :)

[Lorry]

Funny how good our "other national drink" is such a good cure for its more "alcohol laden" other... Plus, it also explains why so many people have rust coloured carpeting 😊

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I loved this dedication poem
When they hear it they will surely be happy to be remembered
Love this

[Gee]

Thank you Julie

[emmajoygreen]

A more than special poem.

[Gee]

For a more than special lady who is so, so missed.
Thank you for reading and commenting:)

[emmajoygreen]

I know.. and, although differently. understand why, Gee.

[Davidgeo]

I just cried a little...

you son of a b***h.

Well done.

[Gee]

Hi Dave, you would have loved Deb to bits. She was the life and soul, very funny and loved a drink and partying.
All that were fortunate enough to share her life miss her so, so much.
This poem was gifted to Grace, her daughter, alongside of one of our favourite photos of Deb :))
Thanks for dropping in, always appreciate your words.
Hope you are well

[hazy]

Those we love have a tendency to stick with us, even after they're gone from our lives. This is a beautifully written tribute, and has the gentle touch that seems to carry throughout all of your work. Thanks for sharing.

[Gee]

Thank you for popping in and leaving comments

[Soren]

This brought memories of my grandparents now long gone. A slight sadness but out weighed by the past laughter and happiness. Nicely written

[Gee]

Thank you Soren