are there weeds covering your gravestone?
i sure hope not
i’m penning a list of “hows” today
how we first met
how our powerful
belief in each other
led us to take one more step
and then another
how each step though difficult brought us joy
how re-rationalizing your life’s circumstances
through a man’s eyes
brought the boy’s heart, peace
set the man and boy free
how the roughest of handling
toughest predicaments
never compromised your ability
to be tender toward those
whom you loved
how you found something likable in folks
when others saw only negatives
how grateful were the hearts of those individuals
how you shared a spirit of hope
when sometimes
barely having enough
for yourself
oh how you liked a good fight
and a good challenge
you never picked them, though
never bullied others
always protected the underdog
how you searched for reasons
to have respect
and found them
never turning your back
on those whom meant something to you
how you sized people up pretty well
paying attention to their eyes
you looked for clear eyes
or near-clear eyes
commented on eyes often
but what made you stand out
was the way you made things “yours”
your books
your thoughts
your aches and pains
your vast knowledge of things
your music
your friends and family
your life experiences
and so much more
making them yours enabled you
to have a highly-developed
sense of self
and that’s what everyone liked about you
and i loved about you
along with all of the above…
rest in peace
by mary ann blinkhorn
Now I feel sad
Don’t feel sad. Writing about him gives me comfort.
Just brings back some memories…
Aw, I’m sorry…
Yeah, no worries 🙂
I thought it an excellent poem, though you might rethink having such a long listing og what the person had made theirs.>KB
I agree. I’ll go in and edit…
Gravestone? I will be cremated and want my ashes tossed from a bridge. I told my daughter to make sure the wind is at her back because I do not want any blowback wherein the cars run over my ashes and I get killed again.
He was cremated…his wish. We buried his ashes in a cemetery by the ocean next to his grandfather whom he adored.
Good Morning
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What a lovely tribute to someone I wish I’d known.
Thank you, Teresa. *smiling*
Nice tribute Mary Ann.
Thank you, Liz. 🙂
I actually thought this was a lovely tribute…it’s healthy and healing to do this…
Thanks very much. 🙂
What a beautiful homage… very heartfelt and such deep impact. xo
Thank you, Tami. 🙂
A tender, loving tribute to someone it is obvious you cared for deeply.
Yes…and I never got around to doing it at the time–I was too busy writing poems about grief. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you, Raani. That’s very kind. 🙂
I lost a friend recently. This fits so well,especially since someone who was blind got his eyes. My friend was cremated too.
This was a blessing to me .
I understand this feeling of the” remembering” process and it is captured succinctly and tenderly~ I truly share in your loss. This keeps her alive! Blessings ~Deborah
“him” alive…
I would never be writing about a woman like that. lol…
I wonder if everyone thinks I’m writing about a woman–how embarrassing. Adding (my) in line four is a confessional–showing in mid-line that the word “her” really means “me.”
Okay…I just did an edit…problem solved, I hope.
No need to second guess yourself, this is a wonderful poem.
Blessings ~ Maxi
Thank you, Maxi.