Remembering days gone by
When under a weeping willow tree
I played with dollies, just them and me.
Parents surrounding my entire world
Friends calling to come out and play
Life was good and all was going my way.
Now I look back at what I had
And treasure the moments gone by
As I sit here alone with tears in my eyes.
Parents pass into the heavenly realm
Changes we do not ask for come upon us
Some of them hitting like a big giant bus.
Holidays are coming and some sit all alone
Remembering good food and love everywhere
Wanting so desperately to be needed and share.
I wish I could go back and change that big clock
And hear mom and dad’s voice just one more time
Waiting to see Santa, just waiting in line.
People come and go out of our lives
A few who drift in stay your whole life through
Now the holidays are here, and I’m longing for you.
- Artist weaves a cathedral from excess willow tree saplings (ecochunk.com)
- It’s All the Garden’s Fault! (wanderingwithspirit.wordpress.com)
- The Weeping Willow Tree Owner (anexerciseindiscipline.com)
- Weekend Film: The Willow Tree (themuslimissue.wordpress.com)
Thanks and I know your sadness in this poem as well I am sorry all we end up with is the memories
yes it is sad, and it just doesn’t feel right
beautiful…I think that as we get older we get more moments in life that are wistful…
u r so right Ivonne. maybe things would be different, but some changes I can force on others, ya know???
I think we all feel that way, Terry. It’s hard to accept the changes that “time” brings to us all. I try not to let my mind dwell, there, but to appreciate the “now”, whatever it brings. Be gentle with yourself. 🙂
unfortunately i am talking about the now. i had a better past, i think i m just feeling the loss right now of Al, mom and dad
so glad u liked it Julie, hope you day is going well so far
This was so touching, Terry! Wow and a tear-jerker too. Thinking of you and all those who have such a hard time through the holidays. love and hugs!
thank you Debbie, I hope you are going to have a nice Thanksgiving!
Great written, you are getting so good .. on this style of writing, can’t remember the name.
Can’t agree … with it – but that’s an other matter – Christmas and me are not pales anymore. *smile
you know I understand, how could we all be the same? we would be boring! but i always appreciate your comments my friend
I’m going to work in a soup kitchen over Christmas this year. So sick of normal Christmas.
Viveka, you are giving of your heart and soul, what a wonderful Christmas gift you are giving to others…………………..hugs
Awesome, but sad.
some memories are wonderful, but can have a hint of sadness, when u look at the whole chapter……………. thanks for the nice compliment Barb
Hugs and lots of support as always Terry, here for you if you need to chat x
thank u so much, what is your email address?
thank you so much!!!!