The Window

Through this window
I see reflections through time
raindrops shimmer as do
memories -


Sing for us my mother pleads
  I sing but only for her


Wear your yellow dress
it brings out your eyes
 I want to wear purple I say
No, yellow just for me?

If you see your father
turn and run say
nothing to him


I wonder why


I'm sorry to bother you
I need another pill
bother me?

My mother how could you
ever bother me?

Lie with me for awhile
let's just talk

Talk and talk and talk

Her time is near
I'm so afraid
Mother don't die
stay with me
stay with me
stay

Daddy came calling
he isn't an ogre
I find myself in him

Daddy are you okay?
wake up..
Daddy-
please don't die
stay with me
stay with me
stay

Gone both
I am all alone

The sun has stopped crying
 raindrops dried their eyes
memories fleeting yet  linger


Mommy, his precious voice says
can we go outside and play


I watch him playing digging for worms
snails and buried treasure
so little it takes to make this
little one happy

Mom and Dad are gone
he and I alone
with each other


I close my eyes
open to see my Mother
and Daddy looking at me

Through his eyes
they are still with me-
within space and time
love never dies

Author's Note

Memories reflected through a window pain.. pane

Reviews

[Andrew Schecker]

This is very moving. I really enjoy the how well you put the pain into word that really strike home. I love anything that has even the slightest feel of stream of conscious writing, and your writing just seems to follow someone exact thought process. I think it's amazing how you have been able to illustrate the chaos of thought while still maintain enough cohesion to make the story comprehensible.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Its strange that I should read this piece while listening to Aerosmiths Dream On. A very touching piece, emotionally heartfelt.

[Sean Allen]

This was an easy and plesant poem to read.
And to think that some people doubt that life is eternal.

I hope that you are entering it the 'Window'' contest.

[Edgar A Stonehill]

I liked how the rain was used as an introduction to the memory, and served as a subtle metaphor. Rain in poems about loss or sadness tends to be over done, but I think you did it just right.

It is an emotionally intense piece. Good work.

[Celtic Cat]

window pain indeed. Heartfelt doesn't come close, Devons "wrenching" more hits the spot. It is so beautiful this memory walk shared. So many images flashed for me and I'm a bit more than choked up. Priceless ending. Blessings to you, lovely.

[Hamkar]

It is great! I love your writing a lot. You really have a talent of bringing true happenings into strong writing. I hope I remember to keep coming back for new ones. I came to this through a contest, good luck! I think maybe you should have put in how 'he' makes you not alone, somehow. It could also be that this isn't true so you didn't put it in, or I just didn't pick up on it.
Well done, I like it very much!

[Gandré]

I read this and thought - this was beautifully concepted lyrical tragedy, the readership is supposed to experience pity and fear in response to the sufferings of the tragic character, and that's what was successful.. I hope you win!

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

This is truly beautiful, Chloe. Those memories will always be with you. As time passes, the fond ones come to the forefront overshadowing their sad counterparts.

Seeing your mom and dad in your baby's eyes. Priceless. Well done, Ms. Chloe.

Through his eyes
they are still with me-
within space and time
love never dies

Beautiful!

xo

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

Fantastic read Chloe, and so true, they never die, always with the love shining through their loved ones eyes.

A great read from your heart Chloe, you are never alone, just remember them and they will be with you. I am surrounded by my bunch!

Your lovely son will shower you with grandchildren before you know it. Just make the most of him and being young.

Smiling at you

Tai

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. We gain from our parent their eyes and hopes. I like the gentle flow of the story. Taking me with you to the talks of a mother to a daughter. I had one child who is my girl of fourteen now. I have been with her more then her mother. I learn from not having parent near to be with my child. I see me in her. A outstanding poem. The memories of people we need and miss is important to have. Otherwise who would have show us the way. A beautiful poem.
Coyote