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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
What a beautiful poem, Alex! ♥
Thank you Anne 🙂
This is so beautiful! I am loving it!!
Sentimental and different, it touched me deep down!!
With love,
-Naima.
Thanks Naima 🙂
You’re always welcome.
With love,
-Naima.
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This poem really struck my heart-lovely expression of intimate feelings!
Thank you very much indeed 🙂
I adore this poem Alex, and it moves me to tears. Which in my world is high praise 🙂
Your writing continues to astound me, as you take me places and introduce me to people within my own memory. Especially this conclusion… “that should be I”. Thank you so much for this. Truly heart touching.
Thanks Gina 🙂
I like being to connect people with my poetry. I try to keep it simple and accessible.
I’m always delighted to get feedback like this 🙂
I feel your lost and sadness. Well expressed
Thank you ❤
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