The Last Time, I Remember

thanks Sparrowsong, don't feel sorry, it was a long time ago, it just popped into my mind, so I wrote a poem about it....thanks for the comment, I'm cool....cheers 

thanks for the comment, Cherie...I write poetry mostly for therapy as I get over whelmed with thoughts; negative and positive and words come fairly easy, if I think too much then I throw away the write, cause it's not poetry, it's just repeating a previous write, I'm learning this....had a memory of my late aunty appearing in my head, it was a traumatizing experience to see her pass away at 32, the memory of her won't fade but I had to ground out the vision of the last time I saw her, into a poem, now I'll be okay and remember her in a pleasant way, I'm not sure why that works for me but it does....cheers 

Hey Mirela, thanks for the beautiful thought my friend, and the hugs as well, right back to you 

Melissa, yeah I'm so glad I put that footnote under the write, to explain what the poem is about, after I wrote it I thought; crap this sounds like a breakup of some sort, and I think I've exhausted that topic to death; I'm bored just thinking about it lol....yeah my aunt's death did traumatize me for a while, sorry to hear about your uncle, I'll def. check out your poems today, looking forward....yes you're so right about the best going first, hey that is a very sweet thing to say about me feeling peace, thanks.... hugz

memories and poetry are the cure, I'll remember that....no need to be sorry Lily May, it was a long time ago, it was good to remember her again, but that day is still a sad day to me....random thought; I wonder what it would be like to write a do over poem; take a negative memory and go into it like a dream, then change or say what you need to say, lol....hey thanks for comment, and that very good recommendation; memories and poetry....cheers T :D

I appreciate that, thank you

hey Eddie, thanks for the comment my friend, yeah the metering isn't exactly where it should be, but it's based on a memory I have of the last time I saw my  aunt, and the sequence of a memory is choppy and broken, and never seems perfectly ordered; bits and pieces ...the death of my aunt almost had me committed, my friend, missed two years of school because of it, writing this poem was probably the first positive thing I've ever done with a negative memory like that, I guess it's never too late to learn how to heal and move on, cheers pal....ttyl