Monday, January 17, 2011

Picking Up The Pieces




You don't understand it
neither can I
behind the door, the sofa, you peeped
shadows play tricks on your weary eye
for you swore she was there
where did she go?
your heart sank, you don't know

The sounds of silence as night falls
looking around the four walls
there's a portrait by the bed
only the portrait
and memories of yesteryear
of days gone by
no smile
no laughter
no rush
no chatter
no hugs 
no kisses
you wonder if she misses
the smiles and the laughter
the hugs and the kisses
or even realises
your pain and the emptiness
as you pick up the pieces

26 comments:

Faith said...

That was a beautiful tribute to her and your love together.

Still praying.

~Faith

Andrea Wh@tever said...

I know how it feels Grandpa, for I too, have had my heart shattered into a million pieces like you have.

And for days on end, you will walk around in a daze with your mind, your ears, your eyes playing their little tricks on you.

You turn instinctively at a familiar sound, cry at the mention of her favourite phrase, or pause to wait for that laugh which normally erupts at some predictable moment.

Time, they say, will heal. I don't think so. I believe that time will allow your mind to "close off" that part of the brain where memories reside -- blunting the sharpness of the pain until everything becomes a blurrish swirl of sweet nostalgia in the soft tint of diffused light.

And one day, it will actually make you smile.

'Coz you have moved on.

Ohiofarmgirl said...

just beautiful. i'm sending you my warmest wishes.

Grandpa said...

Thank you Faith. I wrote that in between prayers. I'm keeping the faith.


Andrea, I'm not aware that you've traveled that road before. And I didn't know the side of you that is capable of writing this way either. Thank you for showing me the way forward.


Ohiofarmgirl, thank you. I know you are not too far away.

klahanie said...

Dear Grandpa,
May your strength, your faith, glow brightly within. I hope that your writing those beautiful, thoughtful words, will help to cleanse.
In peace and kindness, your friend, Gary.

NancyDe said...

Lovely poem - I am still praying for you, Grandpa!

Uncle Lee said...

Hi Grandpa,
beautiful photograph.
Love your heartwarming thoughts.

Allow me...
What though the radiance which was once so bright,
Be now forever taken from my sight.
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flowers...
We will grieve not.
Rather find strength in what remains behind.

Best regards, you stay easy,
Lee.

Melissa said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you!

secret agent woman said...

Still holding you in my heart.

small farm girl said...

wow.

Grandpa said...

klahanie, Thanks Gary. I find some kind of relief, or at the very least a respite, from putting feelings and thoughts on paper.


NancyDe, thank you. And thanks for your prayers.


Uncle Lee, thank you. Those are beautiful and encouraging words.

Melissa. thank you.

Grandpa said...

secret agent woman,
small farm girl, thank you.

The Blogger Formerly Known As said...

Thinking of you, Grandpa. Lovely poem.

Happy Frog and I said...

My thoughts are with you Grandpa. x

Grandpa said...

The Blogger Formerly Known As,
Happy Frog and I, thank you both.

L'Aussie said...

Grandpa, this is so poignant. Your pain is there for all to see. I hope it begins to ease a little soon.

It was thrilling that you won the e-book at my Publication Party. I hope it cheers you up.

Denise :)

Grandpa said...

L'Aussie, Thanks Denise, I always try to find reasons why it shouldn't get any worse.

I was thrilled beyond words. Couldn't believe my eyes! It certainly made my day. Thanks!

Samantha VĂ©rant said...

Grandpa- You are in my thoughts and my prayers.

Grandpa said...

Samantha Verant, thanks Sam for your comforting thoughts and prayers. And well done on your recent achievements.

Serena said...

I feel for what you're going through...keeping you in my thoughts and prayers also.

Rachael Harrie said...

Such a beautiful poem Grandpa. It brought tears to my eyes and made me remember those I have lost. We're here with you as you pick up the pieces.

Rach

Grandpa said...

Serena,
Rach, thank you both so much for your thoughts and prayers. They will help me move on...

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Good stuff! I taught English for around twenty years but your poetry is better than mine!

Grandpa said...

Hi Ken, thank you! Great to see you here. Thanks for stopping by. I like your blog too!

David L Macaulay said...

This is a very touching poem, grandpa, I should visit here more often.

Grandpa said...

Hi David, welcome to The Farm! I appreciate you stopping by, as often as you like!