Poem -
DAUGHTER
She came     We walked
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Took the dog   Talked
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Of him, or mostly him,
of him
Of him of him
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We both know we need to
Our favourite sin
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Still.  She might never know.
how I noticed her hair
How the wind tangled strandsÂ
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Of it
up in the air
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how the rain set her lashes
with jewels of light
or my most treasured thing
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Loving her.  In this life.
M
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Absolutely beautiful work. I feel that I was following along behind because you write with such clarity of feeling. In the beginning we have the walk. We have the talking "of him."Â It is serious and melancholy because loss is profound and grief is real. but then the whole poem changes to something extraordinary. The writer sees her daughter, actually sees her, and realises just how precious she is. A glimpse of golden light through dark clouds. And then we, the reader, are made acutely aware that the daughter may never realise this. And this is again sad. Like those clouds have covered that escaping light once again.
Beautiful work Marion xx
Oh what an absolute pleasure to pop on and read your comment Tina... more so because you get my exact meaning. My EXACT meaning. Thanks so much love â¤
The writing was exceptionally good ... I really and truly felt this one. And the imagery played out in my head like a little film xx
I try to imagine sometimes how it must feel to be the only surviving sibling of parents consumed by grief. Its beyond me of course but the guilt is very very real. Hugs xx
I should imagine it must be an extremely difficult situation to navigate. You all have my deepest sympathies and utmost respect in dealing and living with such a tragedy. I mean it. Hugs xxâ¤ď¸
Hello M...
Isn't is strange?
In Death they seem to takeover every conversation...
In Life it's called Gossip...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
You're not wrong there S. Perhaps because 'talk' of them is all that's left... thanks love X
Almost as if you do not allow yourself to celebrate your daughter, so incredibly beautiful, your writing has a natural way of showing not just the imagery but the enormity of emotions that too come from each line. đš Another stunning write dear Marion, I do hope one day you will allow yourself to compliment her without thought pain or grief. đ
A love letter to a daughter. Â Perhaps never going to be sent, just put in the
treasure box. Deep inside, the daughter knows, she just doesnât dareÂ
to open the chest. Stunning write, dear Marion. Â BÂ
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All I can say is that indeed the love leaps up from the lines. So much we cannot say, but if there is so much love, I am sure she knowsâ¤ď¸
Hugs Marion. You speak from the soul - as you always do, I hope you've been well. Sincerely I do, your friend, Max