I do not taste the food you eat
or sip your glass of wine
Yet as I sit here at your feet
you feel something divine.
I do not lie within your bed
to count the numbered sheep
and yet I rest within your head
to help you get to sleep.
I do not feel the cobbled stone
whilst walking by your side
and yet you feel you're not alone
as you walk on with pride.
I do not vocalise my speech
although I talk to you
and I am always within reach
to help you see things through.
I do not ask that you will see
or wait with bated breath
but that you feel the heart of me
as I wait here in death.
A contest entry
- BWOW...Best Write of the Week #19 with aboomer, Starz of Heaven and islekine by islekine.
700 points, ended September 12, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is indeed a great write loved it nothing to improve on thanks for sharing best to you in the contest be well and have a great week take care .
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Lovely feel, flow and depth to this. I much enjoyed it.
nice job
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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What a lovely write!
My grandmother has been with me all week...she passed several years ago...this write hit home for me...thanks for sharing your talent again!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on!
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This says something about the oddity of family matters. Your title was the clue and then I found some insight within the piece. "I do not vocalise my speech/although I talk to you." For me, that expresses the difficulty of communication in families; sometimes it's much easier to make yourself understood outside the family. Maybe it is a questions of family pride. "You walk on with pride." There's something to be upheld -- rivalry, competition. Is the family here disfunctional?
I've been having some family problems lately so the poem hit home in a way it might not otherwise.
It would be nice to have someone by me when the day comes to die though I myself have spent time beside dying people who are not family. It's a service to perform, family or not.
Interesting write.
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Judith, many thanks for your interesting comments.This is actually a poem about a family member who has died but is still with the person living.I found your take on my words interesting and agree that sometimes families can be disfunctional and could be much closer if they were to communicate with one another.Sorry to hear of your family problems and I do hope they rectify themselves sooner than later,
, Ros
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Just read it again. I don't know why I didn't get it the first time, perhaps because I am preoccupied with the living at present. But I do feel this about my dad sometimes though not as much as I used to.
It's a beautiful piece.
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This is a beautiful poem and I can almost hear my Mum speaking to me and I still talk to her even now. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Sue
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Thankyou Sue.I'm so happy that you still feel your mum around you
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oh so moving and poignant..what to say..indeed an emotive poem, enabling the reader to share the pain and grief.....in fact such perfection of cathartism...well done and thanks
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Many thanks.So pleased you enjoyed
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I guess this poem could be viewed with two completely different takes.One could be the Lord speaking the other (and the one i prefer) a loved one who has passed over
Which ever way it was meant it is a beautiful piece
Excellent
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Yes, it is the latter.I and many more I am sure feel their lost loved ones nearby.Thankyou for commenting
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Ahh what a very beautful spiritual verse, surely showing His love
Best wishes in the contest
Gaylene
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