I don’t remember what I wore
Or who sat next to me
I don’t remember who cried more
And who came just to see
I don’t remember hymns they played
The readings that were read
Or why he paused before he said
That you weren’t really dead
I just remember how you looked
When you slept next to me
The Sunday dinners that you cooked
And how you sipped your tea
Those corny jokes you always told
Which rarely made me laugh
How next to you I looked so old
In every photograph
I don’t remember telling you
To leave me all alone
I don’t remember telling you
I’d be fine on my own
I don’t remember
This is a beautiful poem. So full of emotion and words that are hard to express. Thank you for sharing.
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We had to put down Gizmo at the vet this week. I’m inconsolable. I know you understand the whole ‘pet thing’. Thank you for your kind words.
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I am so sorry about the loss of your great friend and fur baby. We just had to put down Baron on April 24th. It is heartbreaking and lonely. Please take care. 🙂
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You too.
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Poignoid …… Poignancy on steroids
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Wasn’t easy to write, so thanks
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