Memorial

Memorial

A Poem by Gee
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Just simple words written in the quiet, small hours of morning

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There is no highly polished brass plaque
or words etched into cold, coloured granite,
as this she said would place a burden upon us,
make us feel duty bound to stay, visit,
if for no other reason than to polish, tidy, place fresh flowers,
and this in her mind both a waste of time and money.
Would be better, she said, her memorial be our beating hearts and memories,
as these would not be a bind, would not tie us to one place,
would have her life, love, memory, "portable," ever present
waiting patiently in the shadows of our sub conscious
to be visited, called forward into the light,
even if the light, as is mainly the case, be the darkness,
the quiet small hours of early mornings
when as all sleep the minds of those silently mourning and missing remember...






© 2021 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
Hopefully makes sense to some :)

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On the occasion of attending a cremation before the restrictions imposed by the lockdown I walked slowly looking at the various and many brass plates with heartfelt messages inscribed on them. What a shame they only get looked at by strangers like me who are only there for another cremation. How sad!

Posted 16 Hours Ago


Gee

10 Hours Ago

Tis indeed sad Augustus. Thank you
Dear Gee, I looked for something new from you, couldn't find any recent writing, so settled on reading this lovely piece again. Just hoping you are having a lovely Easter and you and yours are all keeping safe and well.

Chris

Posted 5 Days Ago


i think it makes a lot of sense Gee .. and well said! we don't forget the fallen we have lost along the way .. funny but i think the pain and loss is the priviledge of loving them .. we are shaped by it .. i have never been much for visiting the markers of buried loved ones ... tho I do .. to make sure they are kept well .. and to remember they once were physically here in my life ... i have my own all ready to go and will be among my family in a small prairie farm Cemetery where my Great Grandfather homesteaded. I gain much comfort from that in the here and now. ;) ...but it is in those "portabel" places of the miond that my loved ones now passed most gently reside .. seem to come and go as they please bringing laughter or tears at the strangest of times as well as times i expect them .... :))) peace ... be well .. keep staying safe!
E.
ps. beautiful avatar pic sir!

Posted 5 Days Ago


I understood this poem completely, and enjoyed reading it.
It provides a different outlook on memorials, and another way to hold onto someone after they die.
Thanks for sharing. =-)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Gee

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you..
To some, the grave is a reminder that they will never be here again. But the memories are what is most important. They're the acceptance that somehow they're still around and able to keep watch without having to go through the ritual of buying flowers and getting in the car to leave. There's no reason to ever leave if they're right here in our hearts.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Hi Relic, thanks for your thoughts.
Hope you and your dad are safe and well
No one's really gone until the last person who remembers them goes. A gravestone without the memory is just a rock that got named.

I want to be burned when I die.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

I'm for the incinerator too.
My mum disappeared behind the curtains to the strains of " You'.. read more
Such a sacred and abiding memorial. One that we tiptoe into in every precious moment of solitude...beyond that cold, hard granite, in a place of flowers and light and love, in our very own hearts....

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

The daily routine of life can and does become very humdrum and Covid has only exacerbated this feeli.. read more
Gee

1 Month Ago

Agggggggggggghhhhhh, " a shake "
DIVYA

1 Month Ago

Lol....Will shake myself yes....Nice rocking day to you too Gee :))))
' ..if the light, as is mainly the case, be the darkness, ~ the quiet small hours of early mornings ~ when as all sleep the minds of those quietly mourning, missing, remember... '

Yes, yes and yes, Gee. Beautiful words for a beautiful woman.

Posted 1 Month Ago


emmajoy

2 Weeks Ago

So wish you had the time to post more of your ultra genuine words. Hope all is safe and well in you.. read more
Gee

1 Week Ago

Hi EmnaJ, all good in the hood :))
Will have to dust off the quill, clean the spiders from th.. read more
emmajoy

1 Week Ago

Good afternoon, sir! May I suggest the loss of an hour> Been trying to find a fantasy slant this pa.. read more
I think you are writing about your mum. This is a beautiful piece Gee because it brings out the spiritual in her nature. She knew that graveyards aren't the best place for memories. The best memories are in the heart, that spring forth like a gifted bouquet when you least expect them. A lovely piece you have written here. Right up my street. When I visit my Dad's grave, I end up crying. The rest of the time, my memories of him make me smile.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Thanks Christine. I looked back through my writing the other day and thought to myself that if you d.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

I could say exactly the same about me :)) Sad things make great poetry. Plus the fact it's quite har.. read more
You made more than sense, every line reminded me of my beloved grandma. The hours we would spend together; the poetry we shared, and she will forever be in my memory.

You have made me cry, but I still say thank you for rekindling memories that are so very precious to me.

Beccy

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Apologies for the tears Beccy.
Always glad when you read what I offer up as reading your work.. read more

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Added on February 13, 2021
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