Fading

Nothing lasts for ever..

Fading

In knowing

Memories 

Often fail

And  

Bruises always

Fade

I had hoped

So very much

Indeed  

To save

The essence

Of her

In those places

We once played

 

Such precious

Moments

Filled

To the very 

Point of

Overflow

With laughter

Longing

Love and song

I cannot

For a moment 

Now explain

How much

I wanted them

To go on and on and on

Reviews

[olla]

I am sure this is not about a parent but I had my Dad's fedora for a long time after he was gone and every now and then I would take it off the hook where I kept it and breath in the smell of my Dad.. I could sure use that right now... I agree with Chris.. this is a gem..

[Neville]

No, not about a parent but I can understand exactly the comfort you got when you held and smelt your dear Dads fedora … I do so much appreciate the visit and encouraging review my friend... Stay safe and well,

Neville

[Miss Sharon]

Beautifully and artfully written with a poignant message. I enjoyed this. ~Sharon

[Neville]

thank you Miss Sharon .. I also apologise for the delayed response .. I hope you can forgive me .. N

[Beingofwords (Christine..]

Mmm, yes. How poignant! I love the line break here: "Bruises always/ Fade" so good. Also the end line - "on and on and on" really captured the sense of longing that you convey so well in this piece. Enjoyed reading this, especially in these times and in reflection of lost loved ones.

[Neville]

thank you most kindly and true my friend.. a much appreciated visit.. Neville

[AJNJ]

I think, a very vital part of any kind of love is the memories created, its essence. Long after its gone, it gives us something to cherish and go back to as life leaps on relentlessly. Really appreciated the flow and feeling in this poem.

[Neville]

thank you for this most welcome visit.. tis much appreciated sir ... Neville

[AJNJ]

Truly appreciated and enjoyed your words here. You are welcome sir :)

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, nothing does last forever. All that we have valued in this place will leave us, or we will leave it. Only what we really are will stay constant. A poignant piece here.

[Neville]

Thank you kindly John & the very best of regards to you sir

Neville

[Cherrie]

A memory like everything else must be taken out of its keep sake box and experienced. We must work at keeping it alive and well, or time will still it away.

[Neville]

Perfect.... and how I do thank thee for such words Cherrie

Neville :)

[Robert Trakofler]

you old softy what a great heart you are Mr. Nev and this Bunny Robert is so glad to know it:) I couldnt fashion a more beautiful set of lines of love if I sat at this keyboard for a month straight! this is a gem my friend

[Neville]

Hello Robert I am mighty glad you hopped over here and left ya mark on this here page.. visits from you my friend are always most welcome and very muchly appreciated :)

[Unspoken poet]

this is heart tugging and emotional. Nicely expressed

[Neville]

thanking you most kindly and true my friend...

Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they just won't go on as they once were...but i think the memories do...i still have so many good memories of loves past...maybe it is selective remembering.
j.

[Neville]

that is precisely what I think too Jacob... and I thank you too by the way..

N.

[Lorry]

Our memories do turn sepia, with those vibrant shapes and colours becoming more like watercolours as the years pass. The small details forgotten, then suddenly out of the blue remembered, which leads once more to thoughts of her and how we could forget something that was once our all.
But luckily for me, my memory isn't what it was and I soon enough get distracted.
So that'll be one thin n crispy pepperoni, a garlic bread pizza and a bottle of tizer thanks.

[Neville]

That'll do nicely .. ah' the usual.. coming write up sir..

[Hayllie]

Such a lovely write about longing and the feeling of remembering. It is truly a gem!

[Neville]

you are indeed most kind my friend.. and I thank you for your generosity ..