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Memories in a photo

Updated on February 10, 2014

I look at your photo

It's all I have.


For you are gone

three years now.


I look at your smile

the softness of your cheeks.


The new hairstyle,

new the day before this photo.


This was our last trip

the final vacation.


We had so much fun

like we were young once more.


But, I look at your photo

again, for the millionth time.


And I realize all at once

you are not gone.


Gone from my touch

yes, that is true.


But your smile I see

in our daughters face.


And your laugh I hear

in our granddaughters joy.


Your tenacity and drive

it lives in our son.


And your kindness, your caress

lives forever in my soul.

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      Jaye Denman 2 years ago from Deep South, USA

      Absolutely beautiful poem that captures the spirit of memories that help to ease the pain of loss.

      Voted Up, Awesome, Beautiful

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      Nellieanna Hay 3 years ago from TEXAS

      So am I! :-)

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      headshrinker 3 years ago from Western Massachusetts

      Thank you Nellieanna for your kind words. So glad you felt a connection to the words.

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      Nellieanna Hay 3 years ago from TEXAS

      This one is so lovely it literally gives me goosebumps! I relate to it fully. The photos of my beloved George keep him present, and I get a certain special physical feeling when I am sure he's right here with me as I go on living as he'd want me to do. Nothing of love can be lost, because it transcends time and place. There is nothing morbid or static about it. It's an ongoing, living relationship in many ways, much as I'd prefer his physical presence. I'm thankful for all it was and still is. It's enriching.

      Of course, I've lost so many who were precious to me, since I seem to be outliving so many of them, and each of them is clear to me in my mind's pictures of them, as well as in their actual photos. But I am here and alive and give them honor by making it full and vibrant.

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      wildove5 3 years ago from Cumberland, R.I.

      So well put! I lost my mom two years ago, well not really lost, I know where she is, but I lost the ability to see her, feel her, and hear her. Yet, I know I will never loose sight of her, or the sound of her laughter. Plus she leaves me hints that she is with me always, the beautiful sunsets, rainbows and feathers, I know they're from her because of the timing,,always when I need it the most!! This piece you wrote is a beautiful reminder of all the beautiful and wonderful things your wife has given you! voted up!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Beautiful poem on memory and the ability to center on the good. Thank you for sharing. Jamie