Until No One Cares

he left to go get her

but she was no longer there

he forgot to remember

and it got him down

although he'd like to remember

the times when she was around


time keeps on moving

the warm days come

another year older

another year farther

until eventually I bet

no one cares


I just felt like smiling

because it was sunny outside

and that felt like it was right

and I felt like I was

back in a time

when you were there


Something that triggers it

sends me there

you do more than remember

more than just glimpse or stare

unlike a faded memory

something happens and you're there


but time keeps on moving

more sets of warm days come

yet another year older

another year further along

moving towards the time

where no one cares


Nothing but memories

leaves you alone with your needs

take what she left with you

forge on ahead

accept it as progress

as if it were a friend


time moves forward

another drop of leaves

again and again inevitably

until nothing remembers

about your time here

until no one cares


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Robwrite 5 years ago from Bay Ridge Brooklyn NY

Very Proust-like meditation on the passing of time. well done.


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JBeadle 5 years ago from Midwest Author

Thanks Rob - glad you liked it.


auntpammy53 5 years ago

I care


bballbeadle 5 years ago

It is weird to realize that "caring" mostly takes place within one generation. We will always care about our mother, and about her being gone. We will always remember. But our children's generation won't feel like that towards her. They will feel like that towards us. It is a melancholy feeling. This is a poignant poem.


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JBeadle 5 years ago from Midwest Author

Hello sisters. Yes we do care... now but it made me wonder if the pain of a loss is only diminished once there isn't anyone left around who remembers the loss.


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

What they leave behind is perhaps the truest and most treasured gift? Very thought-provoking poetry. Well done!


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JBeadle 5 years ago from Midwest Author

Thanks Genna. It is what I try to focus on and honor. In some ways our loved ones live on through us in that way.


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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

Hey JB, someone said that it is not the dead but the living who are most concerned with it. You really cannot forget nor stop caring because as the flower grows from the seed of their parent, so you make decisions based on wisdom she shared, the life she lived and the love you give to your family and friends flows from the sweet words and hugs and unconditional care she had for you. Thinking you stop caring is like forgetting to breathe--just wait a few seconds, what is a part of you will return, who you are depends on it.

Thanks for a lovely reminder. =:)


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JBeadle 5 years ago from Midwest Author

Thanks for that insight Winsome - it is so true. Losing that level of unconditional love is overwhelming but she would want us to move on and be happy. So that is what I plan to do.

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