Life as I Know It; Family; Lifestyle; and Healthy Living!
Published on August 22, 2007 By foreverserenity In Poetry
Lyrics, that brings back a memory of you

photographs, that shows an image of you

memories, of things you've done and said

these are all I have of you, that sometimes makes me shed a tear

to remember, to sing, to look back at

a smile, a song you loved to sing, a movie you loved to watch

"la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la..."

Your presence I feel, at times I close my eyes, and I want to touch you

to feel you, to be with you

Just a hug is all I want sometimes and I remember

how good you smelt, how soft your hands were, how gentle your touch

I see your smile, my smile, your eyes, my eyes

I see you in the mirror looking back at me

and I smile through the tears, because I remember you

and how much I used to marvel at how youthful you were and how beautiful

and how proud I was of you

I wish you were here

I wanted to pick up the phone and tell you something the other day, then I remembered that I couldn't do that anymore


Now you're a photo collage on my wall, your eyes follow me where I go

I kiss your lips, I talk to you because it brings me comfort

I look at the many stages of your life, captured in print

and I am grateful to see, to laugh with the younger you,

to chuckle with the older you and to trail my fingers at your wrinkled brow

Words are all I have, when I feel overwhelmed

to tell the stories of you to remind your grandchildren of you


words are all I have to lessen the hurt, that continues to tug at the memory of you lying there and me feeling helpless

your lips that smiled reassurance as you tried to say one more time, "I love you"

I could see it in your eyes and as I whispered how sorry I was and much I loved you too

words are all I have to take the pain away

I sing one more time, humming your favorite tune "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....."




[thanks to the Bee Gees "Words are all I have" song]

Comments
on Aug 24, 2007
Poignant and beautiful. Art can sometimes bring gold out of the sadness.

This made me think of my deceased Pop. He's been gone eight years now, and I'm still floored by the idea that I'll have to go through the rest of my life without him.

Thanks for sharing this, Moskowitz
on Aug 24, 2007
Poignant and beautiful. Art can sometimes bring gold out of the sadness.


Thx Mr. Moskowitz! I was feeling particularly wistful when I wrote this and wanted to put pen to paper. My mom has been gone now for three years and it doesn't get any better. My dad for four. It makes me thing of my own mortality at times as I get older.