It’s been too long since you’ve been gone,
my memories reside in a quiet room,
candles flicker,
shadows of love in the early eve.
We pour ourselves your favourite,
a G&T in hand,
I feel the bubbles sparkle,
taste of bitter lemon.
We take out a ribboned parcel
read one letter,
brittle as thin ice
“I’m constantly thinking of you”.
I conjure a memory;
the time you cried,
when Elvis Presley died.
I still see your face,
your hazel eyes,
your slightly crooked teeth,
the years have moved on,
just with your empty space.
We put on a much loved musical,
singing the lyrics,
how you loved Gene Kelly.
Singing
and
Dancing
in the Rain.
Today, I cherish your memory,
through laughter and tears,
my heart is filled,
in my daughter’s smile,
your spirit takes flight.
I hold her in my heart,
your love, your light.
I like the little details and specifics of this poem- the parts about "your favourite G&T in hand," and "how you loved Gene Kelly." It's a simple thing, but they give the poem a good sense of authenticity. It's confessional, in a way. Overall really nice!
Thanks for your lovely comment.
Beautiful! I am sobbing over here. You got to me right up front, with this line:
Ah shucks friend