Just One more Day

Write about what you would say to a relative, friend, lover, husband, wife, children etc who had passed away if you have one more day with them. Or what words unsaid would you share?

A new poem is good, one poem per poet. No word count,but title your poem. No collaborations...be creative. New members encouraged to participate

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Grama,

Im in the 12 steps
Was so fucked up before you left us
Grama
I stole a ring from you before you passed away.

Pawned it to buy drugs.

You wouldnt let me tell when i dreamed. .

The letters not open of course..
I wrote a letter telling you
Put it on your grave.

Fell asleep laying down in the grass
Beside you.
Like when you used to let me
Sneek into your bed at night and
Cuddle up into you and talk, remember how we gigggled and grampa grumbled.

Woke up with sunburn on my cheekd
But those cheeks were in a happy
Smile.

In my dream, i saw you on your porch
Swing. This is how it went....


Am i awake? Where am i.....that voice?...
"Come jenny girl, come sing and swing with me"
Ohhh gtama!! I sat and sang......
"There once a fine woman and her husband pike..who float the wide river
An....."

Grama, i interupted this cheriched child hood song. Grama i need tell you something...
Its bad grama...
She interupted with a grama hug. Swear i could feel it.
So encircling warm snd full. Like a blanket, your favorite sweatrr.....
She says "Jenny girl, i know who you are, makes no difference....who you've been...proud baby girl. So proud.
I love you, you know how much?"

I knew the answer very well.

"Moon and back while we watch that fool cow try to jump over! And all the twinkle twinkle little lights in your eyes."

I woke then. Grama new. And i was ok She and I were okay.

Yeah.. for the first time in a while

Granpa

Its funny even though
You were always grumpy
There was a sense of humor
Dry as it was
It was there

I'll never forget the
Tom and Jerry cartoons
The seat you always sat on
The newspaper you always brought on sunday
The politics you always complained about

Some people would call you mean
But to me
You were just yourself
I hope you have finally found a place
That made you happy
Granpa

You left Me Here


You left me here..
Wondering on the maybes
Pondering the whys
You left me here
Stranded in the abyss of my life
Leaving my hand unheld
My forehead unkissed
My shoes untied
So many memories that could have been
What I’d give for a glimpse of your smile
To tell you the love I hold for you.
To hear the wisdom within your thoughts
When I stumble I reach for your hand..
It’s not there
You’re not here
You are there and I’m nowhere near
You left me here
Gasping for air
Drowning in tears
So many years unlived
So many I love you’s lost in the wind
You left me here..
I hear you in the breathe of a breeze
I feel you in the warmth of fire
I smell you in fresh baked bread
Can you hear me?
Are you there?
I loved you
And you left me here…

Thank you so much dejure,  calamitygin,  highwaytohell, and  unseen_for all  entrieshighwaytohell I hope you title your poem.

A bittersweet Goodbye

Last night late, my Grampa died.
A few hours before, we had this
Exchange sittin by his side.

I was rubbin his arm in a tender carress.
He spoke, "Retha it's been so long since you touched me like that."
"I'd love a kiss."

He was somewhere between dream death and lucidness.
Retha, my Grandma, had passed some years before.
My Grandpa Pete, a man of God was sure he would meet her in his sweet reward.

I said "I sure love you Pee wee." her pet name for him.
"We will embrace soon and greeaat big!" I giggled some like she always did. "Heaven is another big adventure" Man! It was strange how much right then I was sure.

Leaned over and kissed him soft on his dry cracked lips.
He made a low happy moan.
A knowing smile crept over his sunkin
Face.
Curled his cold hand over my finger tips.
Small chuckle escaped his labored breath.
My Grandpa was not afraid, was quite looking forward to death.

He said "I love you Jennifer."
With a squeeze of his arm, "Oh i love you so too."
"Can you believe I get to meet my savior soon?" said he.

And you know, for him, I did.

He slipped back into "in and mostly out" of conscienceness.
I sat hours, holdin this huge mans now so small cool hand.
Had small talks about Jesus and the big G.
"Tell him i say hey!" I teased.
Grandpa grinned.

I prayed. All night I prayed to his God and Savior.
Asked them to let him pass easy, and to please, you know what kind of human being this is.
Greet him with the hand shake due this great man.
He has spent his long incredible life living according to your plan.
But to please let Grandma greet him with a great hug and lovers kiss he's waited so long to savor.
Please God, Christ, whover......this one small favour.

Amen
..

Grace, just saw your one limit. Thinking about which one to take down. Any advice?

Thats alright Calamitygin. Let it stand...both are interesting poems. You choose which one you want as the entry:)

Betrayed

The doctors didn’t expect it
You didn’t expect it
One stray blood vessel
Happened to collapse
Somewhere in your cranium
And now everything is left
Unsaid.

I apologized for my part
My part of why we never spoke
Twenty years of silence
Twenty years of hate
And one moment of forgiveness;
What a waste.

I never took the time to like you.
Never understood you;
Never made the effort to try.
I never tried on your shoes,
Didn’t know the road you walked,
Why you made the choice to turn on me,
I instead chose hate and silence.

For one moment I chose love;
I waited twenty years to do the right thing,
To forgive; to be forgiven.

It was a moment that taught me
Everything I lost by feeling “betrayed”
Was my own damn fault.

Bittersweet Goodbye is the better piece. Both wrote new , think thats my entry. Thanks sweetheart.

A Little Like Love

you went away
though we all do sometimes

I remember so much of you
yet so little

you
were

Rita Hayworth and
corona-red hair

steely blue eyes and
eyebrows fine as pencil lines

you were

that time I wanted to give Mother
a picture I'd found in a little frame
I was so excited
but you told me no
gently though it still
hurt

It's a picture of an outhouse, Toni

I wouldn't understand until years later

Oh what
you
were

Queen Anne cherries and
White Shoulders

wigs on styrofoam heads
ghostly in the night

that strange little pillow that protected
your curls
and portraits of Jesus in slow
yellow light

you were

an emptiness
that heartbreaking sort of staring off
into the distance

the black army boots and black flowered hat
I wore to your funeral
lost in the troubled
mosaic of my own life

you
were

so lovely yet so still
tucked like a doll into a
cream-lacquered box

and now
you
are

a perpetual longing

the moments when I cry
and it flings itself into my head
the image of your grave
beside Grandpa's
the roses I once left you
brittle as death

for
you
were

my winter-queen
cold platinum wedding ring paralyzed on
a pale blue finger

listless body
stripped of all its dreams and longings

how you left me without instructions
to cope with the legacy that was you

for
you
were
and still
are
and shall always
be

something beautiful yet sad

something perfect yet tragic

something that happened
yet never quite did

toniscales, thank you for your entry.

Dearest Matty


My boy, we all of us say things, we learn to regret. I'd suppose, you've done that. I certainly have. News of your passing, moved me deeply, and your loss changed the course of my life. In many ways that course was changed negatively (not that I saw it that way, at the time) but also there have been many positive changes.

I decided to share some of my life with you; I did decide to marry her, we did tie the knot. We had 2 beautiful children. You'd love them, they are beautiful girls and they are both fanatically in love with theater. Could you believe I go to more theater now, than we did? (I know it's hard to believe that it's possible) Anyhow, my youngest Jessica is now five, and I had to giggle the other day, we were enjoying Andrew Lloyd Webbers musical Cats, and after the show, Jessica said "Dad I love Rum Tum Tugger the best, the audience love Mr Mistofelease but I love Rum Tum Tugger." It was the perfect flash back for me. Remember the night we sat for hours discussing, who really steals that show?

My eldest daughter Kayla is auditioning for a part in "The Littlest Mermaid" so our house is a theater of rehearsals, such lovely memories of you and I and a two bedroom flat, come from this. I was reading lines with her, last week, and caught myself saying "If only your uncle Matthew was here, to work through this with us" You are so dearly missed.

Well the real reason for this letter, my dear dear friend is to let you know, that you were quite correct regarding the marriage, yes she did leave the moment we had children and yes she is pregnant again. So to be frank, I owe you a hundred bucks and a whiskey, your prophesy came to light, you were correct.

I will always love you

Yours in the curtains

Al -x-



[ Poet Note:- I tried to turn this into a poem, it didn't work so I left it as prose, if it doesn't qualify, just ignore it. I'm just pleased for the opportunity to sayit ]

"Into The Sea"

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I won't forget the day you said
That you will love me forever
And with that glow in my finger
I entrusted my life to you
My past
My present
My future
All of me
Is yours.

I don't know why you left me
Sailing alone
You started smiling
While I'm here
Waiting for your help.

You waved your hand
Like boasting
The absence of your ring
While curving a confident grin
From that face I longed to touch
But slowly fading from my eyes.

Into the sea
You left me
Drowning
From the misery
Of your retreat
But, no!
I struggled
To swim
And live
For you
Because I was still hoping
That one day
You'll come back
To rescue me

But you never did.

Now I have learned
To swim against the waves
Reached the shore
And can play with the sea-

   I don't need you anymore.

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