Memories (2023 March)
Our lives are passing, as our seasons are,
With each of us a leaf that buds, unfolds
And feels the touch that comes to birth with life—
With light and shade and all that life provides—
Until it wilts and then is blown away.
And yet we leaves can touch and even talk
And feel the bonds that form and then sustain.
And even when the winds have swept away
The ones we knew and loved, they still remain
With us—as echoes do—for quite a while.
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When I have lost the ones that I have loved
And none remains to meet with me again,
Except within, in fondest memory,
I still will smile on seeing faces then,
As one by one they rise within my mind.
And there they will remain and speak to me
As they had done when they were still alive—
And I in turn may try to speak to them,
Not knowing whether they can hear my words,
Until they either fade—or I depart.
2023 March 26th, Sun.
Berkeley, California
1 comment:
Babui, this is a lovely poem. I found it quite by chance in WhatsApp, which, as you know, I don't usually open. It is beautifully evocative and speaks well to the feelings of loss and nostalgia we are left with when our loved ones are gone; bitter-sweet, the memories are a blessing we all carry within us. Thank you.
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