Posts tagged ‘remembering’

February 19, 2021

For Pops

by Jem Croucher

Look at me now Pops, I’m an older man now
I’m past sixty, the years have flown by
That slap in the face
has long turned to grace
yet still on this day I will cry

Nineteenth of February nineteen seventy-four
etched in my mind for all time
The day that you left
leaving family bereft
although all these years later we’re fine

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August 15, 2018


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

From The First Time
I Laid Eyes On You
I Loved You

It Was Love At First Sight,
And You Stole My Heart

That Moment
Was The Start
Of Me Loving You

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May 2, 2018

Memories of your Hug

by cmapillay


There is a silence around
But i am craving to hear that voice
The one that brought peace to me
The one that hasn’t left me with a choice

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February 19, 2016


by Jem Croucher

Jem & Dad

I think that now you would be proud
of all I have achieved
But on that day in seventy-four
I merely felt deceived
I was fifteen then and, waking rude
my sunshine went away
with suits upon the doorstep
on that dark and painful day

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March 22, 2013

“Presumptuous Spring”



How could you forget and toss

Me to the roadside

Like a drippy newspaper on

The front lawn?

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October 22, 2012


by Tiffany Layne

From dusk until dawn, and all the night long
The memories dance through my mind.
I remember you and me and the way it used to be,
And I wish we could take a trip back in time.

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June 8, 2012

Gentle she was.

by willowdot21

A gentle woman


Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.
A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.
Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.
Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months brave she was to have more.
Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.
Then after all was finished me, making six.
Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.
The door always open to family and waifs and strays big hearted she was to all who past through our door.
Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort. Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed, she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

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