Memories of the days bygone,
A baggage of mixed emotions
Strange pain engulfed draped in chiffon,
Memories of the days bygone,
Learning to let go, or hold on
Heart fails to feel,churning oceans.
Memories of the days bygone,
A baggage of mixed emotions.
-payal
A little late though. My day 7 entry for OctPoWriMo. Ok, yesterday was quite a challenging day, it was my birthday. Last year, I had cut the cake in hospital. Mom had a surgery, and was recovering. Mom's death this year in February took a toll, much of the time was spent remembering her. Thanks to my friend who sent a beautiful message. Wishes kept flowing the whole day long. Appreciating the extra efforts by family and some friends to make my day. In gratitude, I stay.
Form for the day, Triolet. Make each line 8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet), written in iambic tetrameter (the more common way), or try it in pentameter (English version) where each line only has 10 syllables (5 metrical feet).
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Letting go is the only answer... Let go the pain and cherish the memories..
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Cherish your memories and remember them with love. I still talk to my dad (nine years later) and in my heart, I think he answers me. Sometimes I feel him with me and my family all feel the same. Your mum is so pround of you, I am sure xx
ReplyDeleteSorry for your great loss, your mother is always there in you speaking to you from your heart. Treasure all the memories of her, she will keep blessing you from above. Take care.
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