Writer's Pantry #59 and we're asked to consider Love and Loss. We all deal with loss in a different way, but there is one common thread -- we grieve at things left unsaid. I've "tuned up" a poem from long ago that addresses the subject, a lesson we all seem to learn.
SAYING IT NOW
We live day by day always thinking
There’ll be time to say things on the morrow
But death takes away all those chances
And we’re left full of words in our sorrow.
I looked at your lips still and silent
And I wanted to shout “It’s not fair!
We had things to be said to each other
How could we know there was no time to spare?”
Did you know when I sat by the graveside
And words flowed that had been left unsaid?
It seemed the world faded about me
And it seemed I heard your voice instead.
It seemed I heard “Life’s for the living.
There’s no turning back, it’s all done.
Hold close what we had while our lives touched,
But it’s time to pick up and move on.”
It’s true time heals, as it’s spoken
And I find life still good day by day
But when someone does something to please me
I try to take time now to say.
For I know our time here is fleeting
And life rushes by very fast
We must say what we feel when we feel it
Lest the moment to say it has passed.
Your poem offers a fantastic explanation of why I speak to my little brother's urn so often. So much was left unsaid, unshared... He was so very young.
ReplyDeleteA lot of wisdom in this piece.
ReplyDeleteyour poem touches me, and i am sure it will touch many other readers too. i have said "it's not fair", but have learned to remember them in my heart.
ReplyDeleteYou allowed a few thoughts to return to me and I'm thankful for that, Beverly.
ReplyDeleteYes, wisdom ... I like the 4th verse best.
ReplyDeleteYou speak truth! Now, if only I can speak the good things on my mind to the ones I love before the moment passes forever.
ReplyDeleteI feel it. Even when not much is left unsaid I still want to say more. I have so many questions.
ReplyDeleteYes. I feel your words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes. <3
ReplyDeleteLife is uncertain. I love the last stanza. Thank you..
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