The haunting bittersweetness of coconut cream pie

Beautiful, heartfelt, tender. Such a incredible read. You have honoured your father in a great way hugs across the pond gorgeous
Love and light
Ron xx

Thank you for feeling the reverence and love, dearest Ron.... it does my heart such good service.

The holidays are often so bittersweet for me, so much so that writing can sometimes fall to the wayside. You have me beaming with your comments, of which I am extremely grateful.

Biggest hugs and all my utmost appreciation,
🌹 💙 💙

Thank you for your kind and considerate comments, Tim. I'm incredibly grateful to have them.

Time is so tricky, it can feel like yesterday for me too but then there are days that just ache with the amount of time I feel I've been robbed of.

I hope you are able to focus on the good times and all the positive memories you hopefully carry with you of your own father. I believe they live on through us, our memories and that love shared.

It's always good seeing you on my page. I appreciate you taking the time.

Much love, my friend
🌹 💙

Any time a child regardless of how old feels an urge to pay tribute to a parent that is an amazing thing. There was a loving bond there that has moved beyond time and so much pain. Tight

Hey there, Me.

It's a heartfelt and beautiful point you make, indeed. I think the older I become the more I can appreciate just how important and impactful the relationship I was lucky to have, was.

Some love never dies it just transforms.

I can't tell you how much it means to me to have you stop by my little post here, Me. I have greatly missed your points of view and I feel grateful to have had them in response to my this particular poem.

Hope you are doing well in the new year and that it offers you all the very best.

Much love
🌹💙

🌼💚

I always love your wildflowers, J

Thank you, my lovely.



🌹💙 💙
B

This is a day I was you had a sunlit field of them, with blue skies a a gentle breeze. A warm soft day for your heart 🌼💙

Your truly lovely want for me makes it so... In my imagination I lay myself down in the vast wildflower field and breathe in the majestic moment in every possible way.... all senses keenly firing, while my heart attempts it's healing in all the places it so desperately needs...

🌼💮🌼🏵️🌼
xo

Bless and love ... So good to see you ... ..

Awww... thank you, dearest FeNyX.... and absolutely likewise.

Much love and all my best wishes for a poetically beautiful new year

🌹💙
xo

Returned ...

Thank you for submitting your poem to my competition, and my condolences for your loss. The picture of your father's birthday tradition and the shared moments and similarities between you and him are indeed bittersweet. Nicely written.

Thank you for taking the time to leave your thoughts and for the wonderful comp opportunity, LC.

I'm glad to see you've returned!
It's so nice to meet you.

🌹💙
-B

Nice to meet you too, Bluevelvete. It's nice to be back. :)

I once encountered, in a restaurant, the best ice cream I've ever had.

But try as I might, I can't find it at the local grocery store.

Of course...it was coconut.

Of course it was, right!?!

Yeah, we often don't realize something is actually 'the best' while in the moment, eh? It's only after, when trying our damndest to find or rekindle that same feeling, that we understand...

Thank you for stopping by to visit me, MS. I am so grateful for your support and lovely comments... It was wonderful to see you 🦋  

Here's to a joyous and hopefully very satisfying 2023!

🌹💙
xoxo
B

Very beautiful poem.  I'm shedding a tear.  The memories of your Dad are in your heart.   Cherish your love ones because time is sometimes short.  Keep on writing you strong beautiful smart sexy woman.

You got it down, exactly, Francisco! Thank you for being here and for getting the love and reverence within.

I hope the new year is treating you well, my friend.

🌹
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B

I see you had artistic proclivities,
even at a young age...

A beautiful poem...

To be remembered is so powerful...

I think about that...

I was thinking about my friend...

He has been divorced twice, but has some beautiful children...

We had totally different approaches, as it pertained to women...

I just think a lot about people
and really just I think a lot about a lot...

I think about the love you have for your family...

The sacrifices you make...

The love in your heart...

That is really...

It uplifts the idea and reality of humanity...

In manifold ways...

Your art has and will always matter...

My sweetest friend,

I can only say that I think I was one of the only kids and definitely the only girl I knew who got a toolbox for Christmas when I was around 7 or 8 Yes, an actual working (kids) toolbox with a saw, a hammer, a level, nails... etc... so I could put my creativity to work... hahaha...

It's to be remembered by the love you instill in others.... that's what's left behind when you're gone, I feel.... In whatever form that love may take.... that's what I believe matters and is a true legacy.

Thank you so much for reminding me of truths that I somehow or sometimes forget or push far too easily to the wayside.... It genuinely means the world.

Much love and respect - 💙
🙏🏻
xoxo

Hoi hoi
You’re such a very dear person! Plus, you have the ability to jot the words together just right. Your work resonates with so many people.

But, if it’s any consolation, my father took no medicines, lived till 97, felt a bit tired, took an afternoon nap and never woke up. And there are still moments I feel I have to tell him something.
If there’s love, the getting used too may take a very very long time. And even that I’m very grateful for.

Did I tell you I love your poem to bits?
Kind regards, Gus

Hoi hoi

There's such joy and true loveliness that you imbue with your kind sentiments, my dear Gus;  
and it's with humble gratitude and a deep appreciation that I bask for a moment within them.... thank you for feeling me and my poetic offering.

No one is lucky when they've lost their parent but I am supremely glad and happy for you and your father that you had all those years together and that he and you never had the misfortune of him experiencing bad health. Loss isn't easy no matter how and I fully appreciate and send hugs knowing that feeling you describe about still wanting and needing to speak with him.... I think that feeling always remains... and I definitely think that's aok. I talk to my dad, still and it actually makes me feel better!  

I love your comments to bits... So Yay! We're so sympatico!! *wink.

Much love and many many thank you's my lovely.

I wish you the best of everything in the year ahead,
🌹💙 💙

-B

Dear BV,

There is a painful and beautiful mix throughout this piece. Oh the irony. The ache of loss and the smile of sweet memories. Why does that always seem to go hand in hand? When in fact, I want to stamp my foot in belligerence and yell “why??!!!”. Like Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka. I adore and admire this beautiful homage in memory to your father. I think he’d get a gleeful delight in knowing you continue to celebrate his time with you and moreover break into that pie box and have at it! And don’t be stingy with those servings neither! This is a beautiful poem. xx H🌷

Hey there, H

It's not yearly that I/we make a big to do out of his birthday but the 80th milestone hit me hard. I adore you for feeling the bittersweet ache that I tried my best to achieve here. I think my dad would have been crotchety but definitely keenly fun.. lol Which totally was his way. I miss that... no one did it better.

Thank you for being here with me, my friend. It's meaningful and very much appreciated.

And yes, the pie was everything I hoped and more!

Much love and sweetest treats, dear lady
🌹💙 🥧
xo

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Thank you, dear poet.
xo

You're welcome, Bluevelvete.

dear Velvete

may the hue of this new year offer the world more than just a glimpse of the insight of light

hugs
silent lotus

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Sorry for the late reply, dear poet... I've been recuperating from being sick.


Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a wonderful sentiment upon my page. It's extremely meaningful and so touching.

Much love and all my best hopes sent for many poetic adventures ahead,

🌹💙 💙
xo

You have caught the essence of grief. A highly moving and truthfull piece. It made me think about those my family have lost.
Regards
James

James,  
Sorry for the delayed reply, I've been recuperating from sickness and it's been a long process!

I don't think there's a more complimentary comment than revealing that a poem has brought to light personal feelings of a similar nature. Making such a connection is more than I could ever ask for! . I hope that feeling of resonance left you with more smiles than any remnants of sadness.

Thank you for sharing your beloved impression and take aways with me, my dear poet. It's a true honor.... always.

I hope you are doing well.
Much love from across the pond,
🌹💙
xo

Hi,
I hope you are feeling better my friend.

I wrote a eulogy for my great nan, (who was a great great grandma), some man read bits of it at her funeral. I couldn't go. Because a second cousin had ripped my great nan off of £30,000, while she was suffering from demetia. It turns out the second cousin who stole from her, didn't have the guts to attend the funeral. I thought about my Great nan, after I read your poem. It is a strong and emotive piece.

Take it easy, my trick is fresh lemon juice. but you must remember to water it down and clean your teeth after because the acid is bad for the enamel.

Regards
James

It would be superfluous to echo what our colleagues have said but I resonate deeply with their heartfelt connections made to your beautiful and vulnerable poem. As soon as I saw the opening title and picture something settled down inside me to absorb. You're a wonderful and amazing person, from where I'm sitting 💖🙏🏻

Daniel,
It's beyond pleasurable to know that you could soak up the vast emotional experience that I had hoped to try to pour upon the page. It's often difficult for me to be so vulnerable and open about pain, real impactful love and the truth of it's effects, so I am grateful to you for taking a moment to see me.... for me.

Sorry my reply took so long, this recuperating is a process.

All my warmest appreciation and love sent,
🌹💙 💙

-Susan

*hugs* Get well soon honey.

So very honoring...respectful...personal...all the right stuff.

Thank you, RT.
I'm terrifically glad you think so... that means a lot  and really makes me feel warm and wonderful.

I hope the new year is treating you well and that it continues to, all the year through.

🌹💙
B

... 😍👍
We always make peace with our memories.

That's eventually all we have, methinks.

An astute and truly wonderful observation, dear Marks.

Thank you for stopping by and shining your wisdom my way.


Enjoy your 2023!
🌹💙 💙
xo

You're welcome, Bluevelvete.

I will be back soon♥️

I appreciate your visit, Jackie.
Thank you!!
🌹💙

Your comments always seem to leave me with such a lightness and just a sense of joyfulness, dear lady.

I can see now how we both can immediately relate to that feeling of connection and undeniable bond. I was so lucky, as were you, to be able to have that type of fatherly love while I did and still feel it to this very moment.... I hope I always do.

I can't thank you enough for all the beautiful kind words and your thoughtfulness in sharing, it means the world to me, Rianne.

🙏🏻💖

I apologize for the late reply, I've been recuperating from being sick.

Much love and appreciation,
🌹💙 💙
-B

Happy Birthday Papa Blue.

What a lovely tribute to your dad.  I'm sure he is brimming with pride as he reads this while looking over you.

I bet the pie was delicious not only in taste but in sweet, sweet memories.

He'd smile at that birthday wish, thank you so much for it, Leo.

The sweetness was definitely tempered by the hole that's been left..

I'm enormously grateful for your visit and such wonderful kindness. I love that you always leave me smiling.

Much love and big hugs,
🌹💙 💙
B

so tender and sweet...taste like coconut cream pie ♥

Awww, thank you so much for that delicious comment, H.

I'm beyond delighted that you found some worth here.

🌹💙 💙
B

really sweet :o)

Thank you very much for thinking so.
Its much appreciated.

I'm grateful you took the time.
Welcome to DUP!  
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💙
B

I the tender prick of grief and memory, love is reborn.
superior write.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

I adore you, bk... Thank you for such kind words.

Hope you are fully recovered and back at it.
🌹 💙 💙

xoxo
B

OMG Blue, this one...
You touched on so many points, especially because of how relatable I found this to be, and how those little traditions can mean so much to us.
As always I'm a little late in reading and catching up, but I know these milestones are even more special.
You're a wonderful poet who has captured the evocative human experience of love and loss, time and memory.
Thank you for sharing.

I can't begin to thank you enough, Walter.

There's such a tremendous awesomeness getting a "Omg" that I deeply appreciate... ;)

When someone is no longer here, it really is all about the little things that you find yourself missing like mad.... I'm glad you caught that, my friend.

Again, Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts infused with such a wonderful  kind affection. I'm so grateful you enjoyed reading and felt what you did.

Sorry myself, for the late reply, I've been recuperating from sickness..

Much love and all my utmost appreciation,
🌹💙 💙
B

Scraping for words
...thinking of comforting my sister when our father
passed away

You pulled on all the ventricles
On this one BV
...
Bless you

What a beautiful tribute.  ❤
I love the picture.

LJ

It's awesome to see you, dear lady.


Thanks for taking a gander.... yeah, those old pics get me misty.....I love it too.


I appreciate you, Lj.

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While I put more meaning in spirituality rather than organized religion, something Bobby Kennedy said, informing a crowd about Doctor King's death: "My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He once wrote, “And even in our sleep,
pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until in our own despair, 
against our will,
 comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

Thank you for sharing your words. Made me think about my parents. Dad's birthday would have been next month.

Hey there, Jazz -
Thanks so much for sharing your lovely thoughts, that really meant a lot to me.

I'm so very warmed to have read that my ink helped to conjured thoughts of your own parents...that's truly special... Happy birthday to your dad...either here or beyond... - xo

Much love and deep appreciation,
🌹💙
B

Susan your remembrance sang to me like a song from long ago resurrected with bittersweet beauty that sank into my heart so that I too could taste his birthday wish along with you. I felt the light from the candle touch my eyes and flicker like a flame unquenchable and forever. There is true love here that brought him to life for you and for me. Each quivering memory of yours became mine until the birthday celebration was mine for my father too. You my friend remember him here in a way that I am sure he would relish in. You cherish him and that is exactly what I am sure he would love. Thank you for sharing his presence here for me and us to see and feel.

John

I loved your poem. I will forever miss my dad.....

Thanks for the lovely comment, D.

I wholeheartedly understand that sentiment... me too. I was/am and will always be such a daddy's girl... lol.

You're a gem 💎

Love & hugs
-B

so, so, beautiful and sweet and so very sad. i loved this poem, thank you for sharing.

Much thanks for your very kind words of feedback.

I appreciate you stopping by to say so.

Welcome to DUP... I hope you enjoy your time here.

🌹💙
B

thank you for the welcome. <3

I am sorry i haven’t found my way back to this piece sooner. I have to say your ability to paint such a vivid picture with your words never disappoints. I ache for you and your loss. It is true years of memories are more like moments in a flash mode. I can imagine how you must feel but can only speculate. This poem is palpable and beautifully expressive.
Love you Blue ♥️
Always your Sis
Jackie xoxox

This stopped me in my tracks


Today  
of all days  
is that much more muted  
when missing you  
feels brand new again