A memory
is a moment that lasts forever,
encapsulates itself in a fragile tear,
a sigh, a distant gaze.
Today it's heavy and light,
a full deep breath and quivering smile,
something I want resurrected,
wished back. Yet I know
she is more than ready for this journey.
It seems memories (made and unmade)
are piled high atop and in the Subaru.
I didn't see Pooh in her room;
wonder if he's squished inside a box
traveling away from me, too,
but can't ask
as memories are stuck in my throat
and I can only hug her,
tell her "I love you", and hope she believes
how much she will be missed.
by Margaret Bednar, August 22, 2021
It has been forever since I have been able to sit down and write a poem. I have had an incredibly busy last few months. I've missed my poetry peeps and can't wait to catch up. I am off to take my youngest daughter out to dinner and see her off in the morning... her Dad is driving her to NJ for college... Christmas break seems a long way off.
This is linked with "Poets & Story Tellers United - Writer's Pantry #84 - Let's Read up a Storm".
13 comments:
Wishing her the best. Memories do contain sighs.
Happy Sunday
Much❤love
That's such a tough goodbye. Letting go is so hard to do
Ah, such a bitter-sweet moment, full of so many mixed feelings! You've told it beautifully.
oh... what tough moment, both heartbroken and proud, all at the same time. i feel you, i really do, she'll be ok, she's got pooh! =)
It's hard to have them leave. I see she won't have a car, I did not either and would ride home with a few whose parents lived in towns close. My parents bought two mailing boxes, tough and reusable, to send laundry back and forth. I would mail dirty clothes while she mailed clean ones back. The Greyhound busses would also haul them.
I lived in a room rented from Mom's aunt, about a mile from the school, University of Nebraska. I would walk the mile if I didn't see a bus coming in the distance. Oh yes, that was before self laundromats and I didn't have washing privileges with the aunt. But then she also rented out two more rooms so it would be hard for all to use the machine, and I would be a favorite if only I could.
I am glad to see you finding time to write, your poetry is great for my senses. I hope you are in good health.
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A new journey about to begin!
Best wishes.
oh, such bittersweet moments.
Best wishes on her journey.
Beautifully expressed thoughts.
Your poetry brings back those memories of having to let go … a mixture of pride, worry, time moving on. Spencer’s day will come and then Empty Nest life will settle in … and you look forward to all the reunions! So nice to see you in poetry land.
I love the image of the pile of memories atop the Subaru and the Pooh bear stuffed in somewhere. I really felt the emotion here. Funny how the grief and the pride when they head out are equal. http://www.looseleafnotes.com/2021/08/anxious/
I love the vividness of the imagery and the tenderness of the details. The love and the longing is palpable. The winter break will be extra special, I suspect.
Oh, a tender and loving poem! Those college trips are a necessity, and also make holiday breaks that much special. All the best to your daughter as she spread her wings. <3
Very familiar and dear to my heart. Darling Eldest goes back to his college campus tomorrow. Darling Youngest is staying close to home, but they start this week too.
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