He’ll whisper to me in the wind, or on a lady bug’s wings,
or even a penny, heads up. It all fills me with joy
when I know he’s there, and I do know.
Sometimes he’s in the wind, caressing my face and lets
me know he is there, he is here, he is with me still. He makes
me laugh like he used to, even though its through tears.
Though unable to accept that presense at first I welcome
It now after years of emptiness and longing. Such a surreal,
unsure part of him here with me. I can’t summon him, want
him hard enough, beg or plead. He comes when he thinks
I need him. Gives me beads of wisdom and crowns of joy
just for a moment, but they last always. I can summon
them up… Remember the first time he told me he was ok.
The first time he walked into my home with that laugh
that presence, that joy that was only his to give. Remember
the time he told me that he was only unhappy when I was.
I know how this sounds. I know. But I also know the truth
when I hear it, see it and feel it… it’s truth, my truth.
12 comments:
Judy, this is such a loving poem about Brian. I truly believe in this presence and I agree, one can't call it up, but it's there where it's most needed. I've experienced this with the loss of my mom and dad many times. Love to you and although your heart will always ache for him, I'm glad you feel the comfort of Brian's presence.
Judy you have written many stunning poems but this one must be one of your strongest. My reaction reading this was, "My God, she is an amazing poet." Hugs to you friend.
Only once did I feel such a presence...it is true, they can't be summoned, they come when they sense our need. Beautiful, Judy.
Judy I am glad you receive the gifts of love from Brian across the gap of death. Love does seem to be stronger than loss.
I am glad you find your son present when you need him, that he whispers to you in the wind. I am glad he still makes you laugh.Love lives.
bravo, glad to hear truth ..fabulous poem.
welcome and have fun.
A++
Beautiful, Judy.
I feel bad because I don't know your past, but, this was lovely and sad.
you made me choke with this- nice! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/cheesecake/
Great work. Powerful stuff.
this was a loving and beautiful tribute. I, too, believe in the presence of those who have died in our lives. I find myself smiling and saying hello to people at certain times. I'm glad you've found comfort in this.
I can feel the poignant memoirs of the author in this piece.
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