The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore!

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore!

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
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The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore!

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore

 

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2023 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

 

Title inspired by the oldies Walker Brothers Song,

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore,

covered and sung so wonderfully by Cher

 

 

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore,!

not in my life; not without her:

Without her sparkling big cat eyes,

without her wonderful laugh,

without her beautiful smile,

that magically became mine,

September 2nd, 1973,

that day we met on a Sunday afternoon,

to see us elope on my 19th birthday,

that very last day, of September.

 

Safe she was, no hand touched her,

as promises made to her mom,

moved my heart deeply inside,

and whadyda know,

her parents called and said

 -- said that she could be,

my beautiful bride,

though her dad had no clue,

that this dark skinned dude,

was a Scotch-Irish-Basque,

and no Tex-Mex Latino boy.

 

I held the treasure of a lifetime,

in my arms, kissed lips of rubies,

the face of a true angel gazing,

up at me, with me in love,

but ever so utterly,

clueless to the rare treasure,

that had picked me, as her own,

and not the other way around,

had sought me out,

when I thought that I was chasing

 -- after her …

 

The most wonderfully important,

days of memorable dates in my life?

September 2nd 1973, the way we met,

September 30th 1973, the day we eloped,

October 27th 1973, the day we first married,

May 7th, 2021, the day she married this fool

 -- again!

 

And yet, the most important day,

in my life as with her as my wife,

shall always be that day,

that was meant to become,

she and I,

that day her mother gave her birth

so far away in Idaho Falls, Idaho,

on that most special day: October 22nd, 1957 …

 

And, the worst day of my life,

shall always, of forever, be,

January 7th, 2022,

in a missing her always never ending,

drowning in a sea of utter despair.

For she's gone forever,

from my sight,

from my touch,

my kiss, her lips to my lips

 -- my light, my love, my wife …

 

The Sun ain't gonna shine anymore,!

not in my life; not without her:

Without, Irma, my wife, I shall never,

ever -- know happiness again...

 

 

(Written September 19th, 2023)

© 2024 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham


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Some losses can be negotiated with time. Some can't. I wish I could provide some helping words, but I am at a loss here.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

7 Months Ago

Thanks John,

It's like I tried to explain to my children: She was your mom, but she .. read more
Powerfully beautiful profession of love, and such sadness.
I have been married a few times...first time was November 24, 1973.
but those endings were much different from the tragic one here.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

7 Months Ago

Thanks Jacob!
Powerful work. A beautiful picture.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is touching, I am glad you can convey your emotion in a dainty poem. It's short yet it contains trivialities of life and your lovely wife... I wish you the best!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

8 Months Ago

Thank you!

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Added on March 27, 2024
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Tags: Loss, Grief, Mourning, Marriage, Death, Wives, Spouses, Memorial

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Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Smalltown, TX



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