Remembering

Remembering

A Poem by Beccy
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for my Grandma, who passed away fifteen years ago this month. She is always in my heart and mind.

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A decade and a half later,
I still remember the love
that shone from your eyes,
the tranquility of your repose;
and the butterfly I found
trapped in the conservatory,
that I set free, then watched,
as it settled on your favourite
rose bush; stilled, as if waiting.

For a time, my heartbeat
had sped faster than the
wings of that little butterfly.
Then, there was only silence,
a connection beyond words,
imprinted forever in memory,
as we spoke about the world
you had left behind;
the journey you were making
and how love binds stronger
than steel and cannot rust.

The funeral itself was distant,
a half smile playing on your face
I imagined; as voices made
little fusses, then faded.
But for me, a decade
and a half later, nothing
has faded. The love still
shines from your eyes;
and I have never had to
ask myself, for how long?



For my grandma.
Who along with so much else,
introduced me to the joy of poetry.

© 2020 Beccy


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We, all that read you, owe your gran a debt off gratitude for introducing you to poetry, writing :)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


A sad but an amazing tribute to her with just the right words and tones for the occasion. I can feel the special place she occupied in your hear, the influence she had on your life and the overwhelming love gained and lost. May she rest in peace and may you keep her memory alive as an honor.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


"love binds stronger
than steel and cannot rust."


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


"Then, there was only silence,
a connection beyond words,
imprinted forever in memory,
as we spoke about the world
you had left behind;"

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


What a beautiful bunch of memories you have painted with words. The imagery is so vivid giving the sense that these memories are close to the heart and forever with you. Lovely to read and thank you

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


I miss mine as well. I was the favorite of of one, she let me stay inside on hot summer afternoons and play solitaire with her and she would send the rest of the kids outside to play...lol. This was wonderfully nostalgic and super creative. The butterfly analogy is perfect.

Posted 1 Month Ago


This is what happens when "remembering" flows through the pen of a poet. Such sincerity in this piece, Beccy, and it flows naturally beginning to end. This rises well above being a tribute to a lost loved one. I can see this poem on paper, folded neatly in her hands, to keep forever. So glad this is the first poem I read this morning.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Beccy

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for your lovely reply. Aside from being just the most loving person imaginable, Gr.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Month Ago

You're welcome. I always enjoy your work.
This poem is so beautiful. I lost my grandfather few months ago and I can still voice echoing in my ears. I miss him so much. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Beccy

1 Month Ago

Grandparents are so very special; the pain of loss will ease, as it has done for me over the past de.. read more
Lale

1 Month Ago

Thank you..
This is a deeply personal poem, that clearly came straight from the heart. Just like phil.m, I haven't really got the words to do it justice. Sufficient unto the day, for me to say that it is one of the most beautiful and moving tributes, I have ever read.

Your depiction of that butterfly, stilled, as if waiting on your grandma's favourite rose bud, has imprinted a quite indelible image in my mind.

T

Posted 1 Month Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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