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Two Baubles, Shiny and New

Two Baubles, Shiny and New

A Poem by Vicki Kent

That time of year always comes around too soon...for some...


The stag

makes no sound

quietly observes the room

hanging from his left ear

two baubles 

one says Grandad

the other Dad

some people mourn 

longer than others

this I understand

but it would be nice

not to be saturated in grief

for one solemn, festive year

memories are my weapons 

among this insanity

I choose to remember smiles

no bauble

however pretty

can outshine the heart

left behind

©2017 PoppySilver

© 2017 Vicki Kent

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Vicki Kent

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Great write and format with word description was great and a nice weave of this piece,

Posted 1 Week Ago

A new year always brings hope for a better year...until the year it dismal...well written words...

Posted 7 Months Ago

Its a good read there - full of hope and wisdom.

Posted 8 Months Ago

Coyote poetry has already said it; the lines he chose in this lovely poem are those I would have done.

You are right to say that we should not be saturated in grief; it serves its purpose, that is all.


Posted 8 Months Ago

the solution lies in your own words - those memories are your weapons against the longing for those we miss. let our lives be testimonies to those who go before us. spirits, memories and love live on and are unequivocally forever ...

Posted 8 Months Ago

This is very powerful & thought-provoking! It seems nobody is allowed to process grief at whatever speed it has to happen for them. Either they are dwelling too long or they are happy too soon. So much judgment to be heaped, but you cut thru that in your message & get to the heart of the matter (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 8 Months Ago

You nailed it. Dwell on the departure, but not the life. Forget that!

Posted 8 Months Ago

Jon Roggie

8 Months Ago

A little late, but can I share this one?
Vicki Kent

8 Months Ago

Of course Jon, thank you very much x
A lot of things depends on how we come to terms with our loss. Turn it into our strength or weakness. Love may be lost in a physical way but the soul continues in another. In a way we never lose anything and the key to that is love, which is fodder to our soul.

Posted 8 Months Ago

I agree dear Poppy.
"I choose to remember smiles
no bauble
however pretty
can outshine the heart
left behind"
The above lines. Wonderful and true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.

Posted 9 Months Ago

dear Poppy Ruth... like a "fairy tooth" seized by the fairy godmother, we believe in magic.
My mother passed two days after Christmas many moons ago. The season always reminds me of the beauty of her spirit and soul. Part of her lives on in me and gives me strength. My father was a comedian and his memory gives me humor. What will I leave when I pass. Your poetry is unique and thoughtful.
truly, Pat

Posted 9 Months Ago

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Added on November 22, 2017
Last Updated on November 22, 2017


Vicki Kent
Vicki Kent

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