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He kept it
by Maria Terezia FerenczHe kept it right next to
the roses long dead tho still red
so lovingly preserved by her
on the bittersweet occasion
of their 50th first date
he kept it angled
turned in such a way
so that when the afternoon sun
burned through the window panes
of his watering eyes
the metal glowed gold
He kept it polished brightly
so that when he passed slowly by
if dimly lit in evening time
he could still catch
a reflection of her face
He kept it safely
pushed just far enough back
in his mind
so it would never fall off
and shatter
like his heart
he kept it this way
because within contained
all that was left
of their love
her ashes long dead
well preserved by him
until the bittersweet occasion
of when he would join her again
one last time
He kept it right next to
the roses long dead tho still red
so lovingly preserved by her
on the bittersweet occasion
of their 50th first date
02/21/2008 Author's Note: Not sure about repeating the first stanza at the end, as this is rather lengthy already.....suggestions?
oops my favorite mistake their---thanks Chris
Posted on 02/21/2008
Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/21/08 at 10:20 PM I don't have a problem with the first stanza repeated at the end; for it comes full circle, reminds me... This is haunting, bittersweet... yet a gentle read. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/21/08 at 11:22 PM Very nice write and I thik it quite appropriate to repeat that first stanza at the end. It makes a circle which I think great love is. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 02/22/08 at 02:51 PM Maria, I love where you speak of their 50th first date. Beyond what is the number or the counts itself, one breathes the freshness each date, that each time it was magic like the first - and they could have been 50 or 5000 but always the feel would be the same. I like the repetition of the first stanza - it is yes, like completing a circle, and yet it has that feel of continuity and I don't know how to say this, but in the same instance it takes me to that angle where the light reflects on the ring her face, as if it were the diamond ... lovelight&peace ...*m.a |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/22/08 at 07:23 PM I don't have a problem with repeating the stanza at the end. I really like the mood that rises from the words and images. The word their is mispelled though, and I'm not sure what you mean by 50th first date. Do you mean anniversary? |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/23/08 at 06:02 PM ...don't wanna be presumptious buuut i think i know what you mean by the 50th first date annd well written/well thought-of and the lilt of the pome is a melancholy-love, winsome with a "lifetime" of care...maria great see-sawing with our visions of a gone partner and the lonliness of "being left behind", eh?...still have an un-requieted love for you, you know...peace, chaz |
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