Showing posts with label Remembering a loved one. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembering a loved one. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Memories may fade…yet love lives on


Words dance on my lips, and flit away
As I seek to catch them, wondering if I may
Be allowed to express them, seeking to understand
Words that hover on the fringes, like footprints in the sand.

As I remember the years gone by, just about two
I wonder what had happened, my apparent waterloo
A watershed, a marking, an etching in stone
A burden too heavy for a time to bemoan.



Now I turn back and look…nothing in sight
A mirage, a feeling, an experience, like a soaring kite
Searching for images, few come to mind
Fewer than before, and of a different kind.

Memories? I can scarce bring to mind
Vividness of colour and clarity rescind   
I struggle to hear the haunting melody of voice
Lost in the cacophony of daily noise.

Fading memories, yet sustaining love
A never ending well, a strong hull
Mellower and deeper, a feeling that’s within
A soulful communion with my mother within.


-          -  Ann Joseph  
      (written in loving memory of my mother, this second year of remembrance)



http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/moments.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/when-love-finds-self.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/12/what-is-love.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-dance-of-truth.html

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Remembrances



The fog lifts its wispy weight, light filters through
Creating illusions of a new world, realigned maps of living
Shifting sands, new beginnings, new sounds & feelings
Seamlessly integrating old maps and new.

In the midst of the new, come remembrances of the old
Remnants of a word, sweet fragrances, tastes of yore
Rejuvenating feelings, pangs of remembrances
With fleeting glimpses into a world known before.


The world forges on, no room for those gone
Things to be done, compelling like a song
Taking comfort in daily routines, finding succour in faith
Days pass by; nights pass by, with grace and hope.

Days of a past life, sweet remembered fantasy
Captured words, sounds, experiences of a life time
Cherished treasures, bringing succour in the night time
Bottled remembrances, for ever in eyes that see.

Now, a struggle to remember a loving face
A soft nuance in voice, tender touch of a hand
Finding they are just wisps of the lifting fog
Butterflies that give joy, never to be caught.

Tears give way, despair moves to hope
Beginnings of a smile, taking comfort in the ‘now’
Life’s intricate mosaic designs, a kaleidoscope
Designed, created, executed, by One who knows best.

From dust to dust, just an earthly chapter closed
Leaving memories galore, impressions of love
A feathery touch, an indelible mark
Alive as hope in our lives, forever in our heart.

-          Ann Joseph
Written in loving memory of my mother


http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/moments.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/when-love-finds-self.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/12/what-is-love.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-dance-of-truth.html

On handling differing opinions

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