A Little Box of Memories
I was at my parents place last week
the attic door ajar I looked inside
I had the urge to walk in there and peek
and what I found I sat right down and cried.
A box I thought I would never see again
with trembling hands I opened up the lid
the tears began to fall, I felt the pain,
over the years the memories I hid.
I lost my greatest love one dark night
while walking home a car ran over him
the driver never stopped-went out of sight
I ran to where he lay but things looked grim..
I begged him please my love come back to me;
it took me many years to heal the pain.
And now I’m here to set us both free
to face my fears begin to love again.
The box it holds memoirs of happy days;
my rings he gave to me to pledge our vows
and ribbons from the posies for me to gaze
upon, the letters and cards that’s tied with bows.
His love for me will last beyond the grave;
true love comes but once they say to me,
ours was the kind of love that others crave
since then I’ve had some loves not meant to be.
I close the lid and breathe a sigh of relief
for now I can get on with life and live
as he would want me to, let go the grief
and find love again I have so much to give.
Jenelda White January 12th 2008
Author notes
Memory box made by Smiths Galleries.
7. Living vicariously: Write a poem about how it feels to be truly loved, not to love but to be loved. Lie if you have too.
In a list
A contest entry
- Huguenauties Contest No.#40 for MEMBERS OF HUGH WYLES FAVOURITES GROUP ONLY by huguenauties.
750 points, ended January 23, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Live to be happy
Comments
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A good read
Congratulations on the trophy.
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Congratulations Jen on winning the first BRONZE for 2009
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Congrats on third. A very, very close contest.
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How'd I miss this one?
It is a little eerie because just tonight I spent some time with an old friend rehashing some sad memories in our life that we were never able to talk about, but finally did. For us it was that box, we'd locked those hurts away, never daring to rewind the clock, to talk about those hurts.
But like the person in your poem, we did open that box, it was good, it'll make us stronger friends, just like it'll make this woman stronger for having faced those old wounds.
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You relate a touching story.
Best of luck in Contest #40
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Jen, this is a very touching poem, it's sad too, but in a good way, when memories of love are well kept in the heart
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Dear Jen, I've read this poem so many times I thought I'd commented! Sorry about that but I'm here now.
You must've still had some emotional feelings bottled up in you that needed to come out, which is good because now you can put the memories behind you and get on with living.
I remember when it happened how devastated you were as you were both so very much in love. I'm glad you've moved on my dear.
Love AJ
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Dear Jen, I remember you telling me about the memory box and what it meant to you. It's good that you have put it all behind you and can now move on.
Great poem dear Cuz.
Love Hine
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Oh Jen, This poem made me sad...but I am glad you can move forward now and have a good life with a new love...Good luck in this contest...
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Dear Jen,
Your poem is rather sad and full of pain
for your lost love who met such fate unkind.
Within your heart and mind he lives again
in memories you've never left behind.
But somewhere, I believe, it has been said
in former times by wiser men than me,
that life is for the living, not the dead
who are at peace and we should let them be.
The road of life is strewn with many rocks
which we must circumvent as we progress.
Sad memories, preserved as in a box,
are better left unopened nonetheless.
Some recollections bring recurrent grief
for which forgetfulness can bring relief.
A good poem. Best of luck in the voting.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh (R.)
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this is very moving. Yes there probably one person who is the love of our lives & loves us as much if not more.
brought a tear
Best of luck Jen
mia
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When we lose a loved one, it's hard to let go of grief... but we must eventually put it in the back of our hearts where all the memories go, then go on with our lives.
The letting go can be so much a relief, knowing we it doesn't mean forgetting, but means we've opened the door for happier times which is what our loved one would have wanted.
A lovely poem, Jen, from your heart
Good luck in the contest
Dee
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Ah, you share the story,
share the trembling hands,
the tears, the sigh of relief---
have us right beside you
in love and grief.
Exceptional.
M-C
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Thank you M-C
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tragedy with hope
This is a wonderful story Jen, about putting events in perspective, retaining the honour of love and grief, by continuing to live. The verse form is easy to read and serves the narrative. The last stanza gives the hope we need when we consider our losses. Well done, and good luck!
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Thank you Margaret.
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