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I Remember You
by Mary Ellen SmithHoney it’s the middle of the night
And I pretend that that’s your shadow on the wall.
With that little smile on your face
The one my heart just can’t erase
I pretend it’s you and that you are standing tall.
I remember you.
Yes, I remember you.
Time and space and months and years
I’m still grieving with my tears.
And Honey I want you to know
That I remember you.
Coffee in the mornings not the same
And the coffee makers set to make one lonely cup.
The morning light that breaks my heart
Forces another day to start
I pretend that I would see you if I looked up.
I remember you.
Yes, I remember you.
Time and space and months and years
I’m still grieving with my tears.
And Honey I want you to know
That I remember you.
Well, I have to go on through my day
Though I don’t know how it is that I can make it.
I see your shadow in the light
Your handsome face that shines so bright
As I pretend that you’re still here for just a bit.
And I remember you
In the shadows, in the light.
I remember you
In the daytime and the night.
I remember you Honey
I will always remember you.
09/14/2013 Author's Note: It's been a year and a half today since I lost my dear Kip. I want to keep seeing his name, saying his name. I want him to know that I remember him.
Posted on 09/14/2013
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/14/13 at 03:11 PM It's a beautiful poem Mary Ellen. One I can truly empathise with, having lost both my parents in the last four years. I never realized how much I could miss someone until both my folks were gone. Thanks for the well worded reminder, and good to read you again. :) |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 09/14/13 at 05:22 PM This is lovely. The loss of a loved one leaves such a huge hole, and even happy memories can be double-edged swords. I'm sorry for your loss and wish you peace. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/14/13 at 06:08 PM PS: And sorry for your own loss. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/13 at 07:06 PM beautifully written, makes me want to hold on tight to my love. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/27/13 at 03:23 AM This is precious. Thank you for remembering and making sure that we do, too. |
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