A Widows Request

A Widows Request

A Poem by Gee
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So many find it so hard to be around the newly bereaved.

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Please come visit, often, as before...
bring no gifts, flowers, only friendship.
Bring not trepidation or awkwardness,
as it is circumstance and not I that have changed.
Bring me not your sadness and heavy heart,
as these at present I own by right.
Instead bring memories.
Memories of good times spent.
Speak his name, but without hesitation or fear,
as that will never die unless allowed.
Reminisce with stories, laughter, smiles,
and this will be my comfort.
And if you do this he will live on,
in our hearts and minds.
Please come visit, and often...


© 2016 Gee



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Well you have definitely caught my attention. I love your writing style and the way it seems so natural, rather than forced like some writing can be. I look forward to reading more of this soon!


Posted 3 Days Ago


Gee

3 Days Ago

I try to keep my writing as simple as possible. Thank you
Recollections of good times and memories encapsulating moments of a loved one’s life, is by far a wonderful heart written epitaph to them. Your wonderful poetic expression of soft words, resonant this theme within the readers soul! Lovely write …. :-)

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Cheers Phil O
Oh yes, yes, yes! I have two young-ish friends who would so much appreciate your empathic yet logical words... and in fact, so would my sister who suddenly but years ago was widowed....

To never talk of a person who's left this world denies that he or she was ever in it, ever existed, surely. One has to guage the widow or widower's character i suppose but, a small mention often prompt a reaction that shows how and what to do. Being alone at bedtime or at dawn is a daily reminder of how one's future might be.

Sorry, have NOT (forgive omission of that word) talked of your beautiful poem's content and reflection... rather than the gentle way in which you've laid the words, the way in which you inspire thoughts and possible actions.. Beautifully put... and yes.. visit.. often..

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Thank you EmmaJ.
bring no gifts, no flowers, only friendship.
circumstance for circumspect.
and i have not changed.
your sadness, your heavy heart...
bring me memories
speak his name, without...
with laughter, with smiles...
If you do this...
Holy s**t what a fantastic piece of hearbreaking imagination, coupled as always with your specific style i really appreciate this as it is, as it was penned. i also know you don't do vanity projects and welcome critique as i and believe me i re read this like four times and made a special connection to the words and flow. my opinion above hopefully makes you smile in that understanding that i absolutely love this poem and want it to shine, it deserves it's time in the light. my father and mother both gone at a tender age and i can tell you through personal attachment and experience this poem is indeed an important find. the message is loud and clear. thanks for writing this gee

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

Cheers Joshua. Suppose I'm a strange fish in that I'm a little uncomfortable with praise especially .. read more
Often times when people speak of the dead it's always with sorrow but in this poem it's asking for the person to speak of the dead as someone who is living through memory.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

Thank you Natasha
From practical experience, I know this to be true. Even in bereavement there is still a normal person, provided they are treated as such. A gentle joke, evoking a memory works wonders. Fear of contact becomes self perpetuating on both sides.
A clever poem, Gee with a deep practical message.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

I think the bereaved crave normality but end up with large doses of awkwardness.
Thank you No.. read more
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KBW
Beautifully written. Heart goes out to you if written from personal experience. Loss is a hard thing. Keep on writing my friend.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Gee

8 Months Ago

Thank you...
KBW

8 Months Ago

No problem. God bless.
Death is an oft touched upon subject in writing of all genres but this aspect of it - the deep feelings of those who wish to console is seldom written of, in my experience.
The choice of topic speaks volumes of the humanity of the poet here and the quality of the words speaks volumes of the skills of the poet.
Well handled Gee.
Top poem!

Posted 8 Months Ago


Gee

8 Months Ago

Cheers buddy. Strange how people p***y foot around those grieving, well to me it is. I think normali.. read more
Tony Jordan

8 Months Ago

Gee it's people like you that gets the families of the bereaved through these hard times. I don't go.. read more
Gee

8 Months Ago

Get yer coat out.....take care
Most people have a hard time expressing their grief. When I lost my mother, I couldn't believe how detached both my younger and older brother seemed from it all...almost as though they couldn't allow themselves to break.

You've written this with a very observant eye, and compassionate heart. Beautiful lines throughout!

Posted 12 Months Ago


Gee

12 Months Ago

Thank you Kelly, I'm a right soft hearted sort.
Silly isn't it? I have experienced this and all the good intentions that were meaningless.
The important thing is just to visit, sit, listen, hug and just be there.

Posted 12 Months Ago


Gee

12 Months Ago

It is. I'm now an experienced hugger and easy to call upon dry shoulder. However, I do waffle......T.. read more

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