Poem -
THREE
I remember the days
When the rope jumped to feet
When a body danced lightly to
joy in the street
When summers might melt up
Ice cones in delight
When bedtimes and stories
followed suppers at night
When hurts could be plastered
And life could be healed
When surprise came at
Christmas, and
Laugh followed squeal
Back when,
Three was the number
We needed it to be, before
The fates and the futures
became known to... we ...
I used to think
We were unbreakable
M P 10/4/21
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Crazy crazy good Marion. I dont know about three but your number one to me! XD. Sorry, had to make a cheesy joke. This was a sincerely beautiful write Marion. I always love your reflective tone. You have taught me so much about poetry~ Peace and calm waters to you. Hugs too!
Oh...lovely Max, I need jokes lol...I write nothing but misery so jokes are good..brilliant in fact 🤩😃 Your comment is beautiful and uplifting but I know nothing about poetry love, I just write feelings, good or bad with no apologies. I hope it's the 'no apologies' bit that you learned...that's the only bit that counts in my book. Hugs back...loads of em!! X
What a stunningly beautiful poem, marion, it truly is. I often think back to the days when life was so simple. When a surprise was ALWAYS something nice. When, as you say, "hurts could be plastered." Back in those days the only horrible thing for me was going to school - I hated school - but there was always ways out of even that. Why does life have to be so hard and so unfair when we grow up? Why cant "Happily ever after" be an actual thing for us all? This poem of yours really spoke to me. Excellent writing. Relatable thought process. An absolute stunner of a poem. I am such a fan of your work. Your pen truly shines 💕 x
Hi Tina...good Sunday morning to.you...im still in my nighty lol...catching up!! We were always a 'three' first, I considered us so regardless of the odd husband that passed through 🤪😃 I really did think we were unbreakable ...thanks love ❤️
Bless your heart. Three is a magic number. You are still three! It is just that the dynamics have changed and Judd is there with you in spirit, just like Rob said above. Hugs sweet friend ⚘x
I know. I think I worked out what's consuming me. I fully believe consciousness goes on so why am I so unsettled. Well...it's this Tina. Identity...that's a different thing entirely isn't it. We are eternal beings but maybe earthly identities are not. Worrying 😔♥️
Nail head BANG!💥 I believe this soooo much. Our Earthly identities are not eternal, only in peoples hearts for as long as they are remembered. But the spirit? That IS eternal. The soul can take on many identities. This is my train of thought right now. I say right now because my train of thought often changes platforms lol xx
Mine does too...but it's this that prevents me finding peace. I cannot cope with him being gone AND changed. I can't let this be true see so I need to adjust and work through exactly what I do believe now. I have had many losses but never a loss so deep it has caused me to question the entire universe. I've fallen out of love Tina...I can't believe in reincarnation anymore either. I actually don't trust the universe anymore, I question it's wisdom...whoever is in charge I want him out!! I am a one woman revolution!! Lol. So many questions and nobody with answers...oh well...I'll just keep battering the pen lol...🤗🤗
Awww Marion! Grief is such a personal thing. You are suffering the greatest loss anyone can in life...the loss of their child. I know my nan never got over the death of my mum. It broke her heart forever. Those of us who are fortunate enough to have not suffered this will never be able to really understand the huge emotional crash it causes. We can only imagine. Bless your heart! I think you are amazing at how you are coping...is coping the right word? No ... surviving with this. Keep busy with your pen and may your ink never run dry. My thoughts are with you ❤💕x
Aw love to your mam and you. ♥️♥️Grief and loss are universal but maybe the size of explosion varies...I don't know. Maybe it's how we deal with it ...I don't know. We never talk about it do we, we are supposed to maintain a dignified lace hanky. Well, silly of god to hand it to me then..lol. best I can say is I'm doing my best to live in a country whose politics I disagree with whilst secretly holding underground
rebellions!! 🤪🤪🤗🤗🤗
Hi Marion. Its always 3. Plus 3 is my favourite number. I dont know why. But it is. Lovely write. Its 3 forever. Pxxx big hugs
Hi love..yes always mine too. Three forever!!! Yes, I like that...thankyou ♥️
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