GDPR Cookie Consent by FreePrivacyPolicy

HOW COULD I NOT REMEMBER

 

 

 

I remember you holding me in your arms

Rocking me gently while singing lullabies

 

 

I remember when you lived a short walk away

Relatives were local and get-togethers were the norm

I remember your amazing purple mohair sweater

You knit exquisitely and wore so gracefully

 

 

I remember your scented creams and signature ring

I never grew tired of holding your hand

And telling you how much I loved you

 

 

I remember watching in awe your bedtime routine

As you meticulously undid your braided coif

Dropping your soft wavy hair to your waist

 

 

I remember you never missed Sunday mass

And held on to that glow throughout the week

You knew about plants with their healing powers

Neighbours came to you for answers and advice

 

 

I remember how you would scrape savings for travel

Always working in visits to friends who had moved away

 

 

I remember the aroma of the pies you baked

After tireless hours of quilting, sewing, weaving

Embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and whatever else

 

I remember there was nothing you couldn’t do

You started tutoring me when I was three

And probably earlier as I was eager to learn

It was my favourite form of play

 

 

I remember hearing your schoolhouse stories

As I pictured a little house in a field and your teacher attire

Your turn of the century class full of kids

Then I’d let you continue teaching me to read, write and count

Though I wasn’t yet of school age

 

 

I remember being uprooted and moved to the country

Leaving city life and you behind

 

 

I remember how good life was when I had you

To turn to for support and guidance

Or just for your warm bountiful embrace

 

 

I remember getting that gut wrenching feeling

That bitter call in the middle of the day

As I was told the crushing news

I would never again see, touch or hold you

How can I not remember

The inconsolable devastation that never really dimmed

 

Copyright © Line Monique Gauthier 2018

Form of Poetry

Free verse

Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and PoetrySoup.com. My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
My External Website (External Website Opens in New Window)

Comments

Please Login to Comment
No comments have been posted. Be the first.



Hire a Writer