Charmed Chaos
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Whisper
I cannot see you but I know you’re here
for the wind whispers your name
and the mockingbird high in the mesquite
mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.
The roses in the garden yearn for your thumb,
for they’ve grown weary of my futile attempts
to nurture with love and care as you did when you lived.
A summer storm came through and took
the Italian Cypress we planted so many years ago
For the trees and you I cried for days, remembering.
The azure sky is the color of your eyes when you smiled…
but when the reaper arrived they were misty grey,
and I knew with that glimpse of somber shade
that you were drifting, fading away.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: On this day 7 years ago, my mother passed away. There is not a day goes by that she is not with me in my heart.
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So powerful, loving, tender, sad… I’ve seen the greying of those eyes as they pass, when the light goes before the body. Thank you for such an openhearted poem, beautiful soul. ❤️🌺
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Thank you.
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So moving with the descriptive words you used!
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Thank you Joyroses. I always think of my mom when I see you here, because of your connection to roses.:-)
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Awh!! Glad to do that for you! Have a great day! 🙂
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You too.
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful with a perfect finale.
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Thank you Andrew. I appreciate you stopping by.
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It is always my pleasure Linda.
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I knew right away this was for your mom. Beautifully written Linda. Comforting hugs to you on this day dear friend. 💛
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Thank you Walt. Your friendship means the world to me. ❤️😊
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As does yours to me ☺
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Exquisite.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful. Ten years for me. 💔
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Thank you. Never easier.
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This is so beautiful….a softness to this grief because of the imagery you’ve chosen to use.
“For the trees and you I cried for days, remembering.” — these words…so poignant.
And the ending describes that knowing moment…when we know our loved one is passing..the reaper, the change in the eye color. Just a wonderfully sensitive write.
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Thank you Lillian.
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I love how you tie the memories to that of the garden… seven years is both a long and short time…
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Thank you Bjorn.
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Nice sound. I liked especially this line: “For the trees and you I cried for days, remembering.”
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Thank you Frank.
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Seven years. It seems like forever and yet it is immediately. My mother died a little over a year ago. I feel your grief in this poem. A lovely poem for your mother.
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Thank you Toni. Your words mean so much.
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The murmuring alteration is superb in the lines:
‘…the mockingbird high in the mesquite
mimics the blackbird’s song in memory’
and these lines are so touching, Linda:
‘A summer storm came through and took
the Italian Cypress we planted so many years ago
For the trees and you I cried for days, remembering’.
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Thank you Kim. I will hold your words to my heart.
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🙂
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We never forget those last moments, as if we pay so much more attention when we know we’re losing someone dear. Very moving, Linda.
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How true Jane. Thank you, truly.
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🙂
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What a great ending!
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Thank you Jo.
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This is so poignant! Especially like: “The azure sky is the color of your eyes when you smiled.” 💕 A beautiful poem for your mother, Linda. Please accept my deepest condolences..
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Thank you Sanaa. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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So sorry for your loss. Time doesn’t heal all the pain. You have done a nice tribute to your mother. Linda.
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Thank you so much Dwight. She was/is a driving influence in my life.
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I am sure!
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Brought tears to my eyes…I lost two children and the pain never fully goes away…your poem captured that feeling completely. What a beautiful tribute to your mother! ❤️
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Thank you. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Memories stemming from her garden, such a powerful way of expressing your grief and missing.
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Thank you, truly.
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What beautiful memories…her presence is in your words. (K)
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Thank you so much.
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This is a tender, loving poem. The fading away was what got to me the most, with my own mother.
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Yes, I completely understand. Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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Sheer beauty, Linda! As tender a memorial as I’ve read!
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Thank you so much Frank. I cherish your words.
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