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"Those who care are so few in numbers" - Poetry

Updated on June 1, 2016

"Those who care are so few in numbers"

Now that thirty-six years has passed,
I reflect back to those who remained steadfast by my side.
There have been five in number,
All close in blood and mind.

Three have left with the normal passing of time,
Risen to heights beyond my conceptual realm.
Farther more wise than I,
Who am left behind.

Those who are gone –
never betrayed me;
never condemned me;
always loved me.
My whimsical ways were accepted.

But then –
what else are grandparents to do?

Two remain in my world.
The one, soon to join the three,
Though seldom acknowledged has shown constant love.
The coarsest in tone; the hardest to reach; yet, equal in love.

The sole remaining being, you,
Though at times
Were always loving.

When you doubted my thoughts, doubted my ways,
I never doubted our love.
Though not approving,
You tolerated and accepted the ways of my life.
Again –
never betraying;
never condemning;
always loving.

You have remained my rock
In time’s erosion of earth,
I always know you are there.

My Mother

I found this poem in a stack of papers at my mother’s house. It was written by her in November of 1981. As I read this poem, I realized the torment my mother must have felt in her life.

Synopsis of the Past

Story has it that my grandfather was a lost soldier in World War II. His plane was shot down during the war and he was declared deceased; however, they never found his remains. My grandmother was with child at this time and yearned for him to return home. She felt in her heart that he was alive, and for many years she would not accept his demise. She, my grandmother, never found another soul to replace her one true love.

My grandmother never worked and was suddenly faced with having to raise a child on her own. In order to do so, my mother was left in the care of her grandparents, my grandfather’s parents. They all lived together in a three bedroom house until my grandmother could raise enough money to support my mother. I suppose this is why my mother had such a great admiration for her grandparents.

In reading this poem, it is evident that my mother is speaking about my great grandmother who was one of the most stern, yet kindest people, on the earth. She had a heart bigger than any person I have ever met. She was a true lady in all sense of the word.

Please enjoy this poem and remember your parents, grandparents and even great grandparents. They truly do have an impact on our lives and it is sad to realize that we, as humans, don’t acknowledge it, or them, until they depart.


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    • aykianink profile image

      aykianink 5 years ago

      "You have remained my rock

      In time’s erosion of earth,

      I always know you are there."

      Outlasting erosion. Your mother had skill:-)

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      What a wonderful poem to treasure ;you are so lucky to have this and we can see where you get your talent from.

      Take care and enjoy your weekend.


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      bellartdesigns 5 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

      sereseus - It is true and sad all at the same time. We really need to start caring for others more and letting them know how much they mean to us.

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      bellartdesigns 5 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

      Para Nought - Thank you for your comment.

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      Para Nought 5 years ago from Inside My Mind

      I'm glad you decided to share this, very beautiful indeed.

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      Albin Pius 5 years ago from kerala,India

      Its true that those who care back are few in number but we should always care for others.Great poem.