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

As with most posts there is no set structure

Reviews

[softlyfall]

A glorious eulogy, full of love and fond remembrance with a single bittersweet tear. I hope I am remembered with popping corks and laughter after I die.

[Gee]

Deb was the most wonderfully warm and loving person and is so sadly missed by all of us that loved her.
Thank you for dropping by.
Hope you are well:)

[Ken e Bujold]

who needs structure GEE! a lovely little ode to a gone-away friend.

[Gee]

Thanks Ken, simple words for a much loved and sadly missed lady

[duff]

A touching way to relieve the grief. Celebrate their life and the laughter that brought warmth to so many. Touching stuff Gee.

[Gee]

Thank you Duff.
Hope you are well

[Lisasview]

Good morning Gordon,
Been awhile since i reviewed your words...I do go back into your poetry to see if there might be one I missed...but as far as I can tell I have read them all...So, I find myself rereading ...which isn' a bad thing...
Lisa, rereading your words

[Gee]

Thank you Lisa.
Hope you are both well

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome Gordon,
Lisa, in Tarragona, Spain for a short vacation...

[Kelly Scheppers]

In expressing grief, we must also celebrate the life. My older sister was named "bubbles" by our uncle when she was a toddler, because of the giddy way her laughter always filled a room. On the day of her funeral, as we all began walking away, some of my cousins lingered behind and started blowing bubbles into the sky. Looking back through tears as they glistened in the sunlight, I thought of how happy she must have been to see how extraordinary a celebration it was. That was twenty-six years ago, this December. You've written such a lovely tribute, Gordon. Thank you for sharing your memories of Deb with us. I'm pretty certain you've made her proud!

[Gee]

Thank you Kelly
Hope you are well

[Red Brick Keshner]

A pang and a tinge still and probably will always exist. Grieving is such a strange human process. Great loss affords a greater challenge, denial can only go so far. And when the tide ebbs all is laid bare until its raising again. Thanks for sharing.

[Gee]

Thanks Frederick

[John the Baptist]

This one has the sound of grief that has not yet been resolved. The empty chair represents one beloved but who has passed on. The family has moved on to where they can enjoy good times again, but the sight of that chair can return the feeling of loss to them quickly. Grief is an individual matter, and all have their own particular way of dealing with it. Very good rhyme and meter in this one.

[Gee]

Thank you JTB

[Richard Knox]

Very nice! A touching mix of sadness over the loss of this friend, but also joy for having had her in your life, and what she brought to life.

[Gee]

Thank you Richard

[Lydia Shutter]

Sounds like Deb Daly is in the scrapbook of your heart. She will not be forgotten. Lovely tribute. Lydi**

[Gee]

Thank you Lydia

[Dave Brown]

I don't think we ever forget the 'special' ones
They have dug too deeply into our hearts, but the loss becomes easier to accept over time and if she is keeping an eye on you, I doubt she would mind you popping corks and enjoying laughter.

[Gee]

Will definitely never forget the unforgettable Deb :)
Thanks Dave