Attribution: Carin Araujo
Image: A Smiling Baby
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)
His thoughts traverse the ocean blue
His far-away vision seeing
unusual happenings
He tried to recall sitting
in heavenly comfort
Something strange of
yester-years
Floating in wavy flow
across his mind
He was young then very
innocent
He was brash then
unyielding
He was rash and impulsive
He was outspoken
quarrelsome
Fluid with all pretenses and he was alone
She was the only soul who
dared
She showed her friendly
self
Showered love and
affections
Taught him to be gregarious
In the face of sneering
beings
Afforded and accorded the
companionship
That he so yearned but
elusive till then
She was all that he needed
She was all heaven in his
eyes
She was everything
Assigning her
all excitements
Truthfulness, laughter and
fun
How she filled the
emptiness
With a bundle of joy
So lovely and lively
A part of her beauty
retained
A baby boy so endearing
With thoughts of a bright
future
How he had wished
But for that twist of fate
He kept staring cold in
thoughts
Blank in sight but focused
He was again now alone
having left baby at home
It was peaceful quiet but
eerie
With a slight breeze brushing
his hands
Like she did before
He was again now alone!
you worked quite a story out of those words...nice close on this...def comes with a heaviness, her being dead...
ReplyDeleteGreat thoughts and a cute photo!
ReplyDeleteSad!! Loaded with happiness and ending with grief!! A lot of turbulence in emotions!!
ReplyDeleteWe are so buoyed with life we often forget that death is always around the corner waiting to spring a surprise.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised by the ending... sad.
ReplyDeleteThe road of life can be horrible indeed, good to bad can be lurking away.
ReplyDeleteThe beginning so lovely. Was not prepared for the ending. Full circle. Appreciated.
ReplyDeleteaw how sad but so poignantly accurate as this does happen.
ReplyDeleteEverything was nice going along. Then, ... What happened?
ReplyDeleteActually I can't figure out for sure
1)if Mom died and Dad walked away from Baby. or
2)if Baby died and Dad walked away from Mom.
Either way he is a pitiful Dad.
..
this piece reminds of Tennyson's In Memorium
ReplyDelete'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all :)
Oh, my God, Hank, this broke my heart. That pic of sweet baby and then ending at a tombstone.
ReplyDeleteYou whacked me upside the head there, and sometimes we need that reminder, that life is fleeting and that parents should be licensed and schooled before procreating... Love, Amelita and thx for commenting at Big 700!
oh heck hank...so sad....
ReplyDelete"Fluid with all pretenses and he was alone"
ReplyDeleteI find that line tremendously powerful.
wow - you took my emotions on quite a ride here! smiling with the start of the baby picture, to my draw dropping open with the ending.
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