Eye of the Sun

(For Stuart Beattie Cullen, first anniversary, my brother-in-law)

as morning yawned

pale sun stretched out

sleep clung to fine cloud lashes

rock pond was dark

its surface still

no sign of welcome splashes

a perky robin came in sight

a visit unexpected

to quench his thirst

that little bird

thought he was undetected

you filtered through

a year has passed

like mist your soul has risen

while my sad sister's sorrowed eyes

have gained a lake like glisten

i'm sure your spirit sees it too

though waves of grief will soften

the love that binds the pair of you

is shatterproof and diamond bright

you're gone but ne'er forgotten

Reviews

[Neville]

an almost blindingly beautiful tribute & dedication combined and all encapsulated within a single poem .. I imagine Stuart Beattie Cullen was a fine man and will long be sorely missed .. I do by the way believe that visits from robins have a certain significance and can often sense the presence of loved ones whenever they appear ......................... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Feel like you do about Robins. My brother in law, sadly missed by all of us. Taken by the covid snatcher at 67. Thank you for your lovely review Neville.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

I like those thoughts in your first stanza. Welcoming splashes of mourning rain washing the yawn off our grieving brain. As the years of loss pass those who watch us live the lives we have to live without them without thought of time passing in our lives till we join them. (Did that make sense?)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Bill for sharing your thoughts here. All good wishes.

Chris

[Lorry]

Beautifully captured Chris, and with a name like that, I'm guessing he had a connection of some kind to Caledonia of some kind. Well, with a name like that I'd expect him to have been a haggis chasing piper, but you never can tell.
You and yours must be wondering "has it been that long?" with all the other allness going on, but as you have said so eloquently, it should be a time to remember the good times as well as the sadness of him no longer being there.
Remember the smiles and raise a glass in his honour.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lorry. Not sure if Stu's exact clan connections, but I celebrated his over the border ness.

[M. J. Smith]

You write grief so beautifully. A touching and heartfelt poem. Have a good day, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thenks my friend fir another visit and encouragement offered. All the best.

Chris