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Shadows Pass My Door (poem)

Updated on August 27, 2014

I hear shadows pass my door

Echoed laughter from before

Hopes of heaven to restore

I won’t see her anymore


I hear shadows pass my door

Singing through my memory

Of the things which use to be

To this shell which once was me


Music coming down the hall

Echoed laughter from before

Precious moments still recall

Kisses celebrate them all


Constant noises would abound

Still some comfort could be found

Hopes of heaven to restore

Knowing that she was around


Look at hour it’s getting late

When will heart learn to bear weight

And open door to our fate

I won’t see her anymore


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      Dianna Mendez 3 years ago

      How sad, the shadows really made it even more memorable.

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      Linda Crampton 3 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This a very sad poem that is also beautiful, Martin. I'm glad that you're sharing your poems on HubPages again.

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Remarkable poem, Martin! I could feel the sorrow in the words.

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      Word 3 years ago from Chicago

      Hey Mhatter99, That's a sad part of life that you described in an understandable poem. We put ourselves through these phases of life because of the choices we've made.

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      Sam Deal 3 years ago from Earth

      That final stanza is so heartbreaking but lovely.

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      Eugene Samuel Monaco 3 years ago from Lakewood New York

      Beautiful! We must always remember and never forget. so well said and such beauty in your words.

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      Peggy Hazelwood 3 years ago from Desert Southwest, U.S.A.

      What a lovely, sad poem.

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      Audrey Howitt 3 years ago from California

      A beautiful piece Martin--you have such depth here

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 3 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Martin, this is beautiful even in its deep feeling of loss, yet memories oft help us to carry on and have faith in Self. A 'lost' love is never really lost, for love does not die, it only goes to a quieter place.

      The imagery and music in the video you chose is perfect for your poem.

      It is so good to have you back among us.

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      Marlene Bertrand 3 years ago from USA

      It's so sad, but beautifully written.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Martin, sadness fills me here.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      I don't know if the heart ever heals from the loss of a loved one. This is a beautiful poem expressing a very sad event.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Beautiful but sad....or sad, but beautiful. Either one works, Martin.

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      Amazingly sad, Martin.

      The golden years are really not golden at all.

      It is a time of loss.

      You capture your loss in this remarkable poem.

      It is so good to see you back with HP friends.