Ma Fleur

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I've never been the same since she passed away,

time seems to have slowed or stopped, like me, 

a broken clock, hands stuck at ten-to-ten, 

the time she went, leaving behind a legacy 

of loving memories that I continue to pull around 

to every lonely room whose walls still call her name


and return to root myself to stare at her beauty

in a frame that has become a shrine, a screen

projecting slides of golden moments of our past, 

that invite me down into blissful reveries, where, 

once again, we laugh and sing and dance and kiss

oh so briefly for, all too soon, she slips from my grasp,

leaving behind just the lingering taste of her tender lips 

that gently whisper, "forget-me-not"


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Paul Waring

Fri 20th Jan 2017 21:44

Many thanks Lynn, I completely agree. Paul

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lynn hahn

Fri 20th Jan 2017 21:04

Wow you sure did capture it! I so agree with you Jeff. It's a blessing to love someone so much your heart gets broken when they are no longer by your side...

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Paul Waring

Fri 20th Jan 2017 19:23

Ray, I cannot thank you enough for this comment. From someone whose work, as you know, I have enjoyed very much since I joined (almost exactly a month ago) it means an awful lot. Aythankgyow ++

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Fri 20th Jan 2017 19:05

A tricky subject to express, but you have given this a welcome light touch, not to say it doesn't have depth, but you have kept away from the horror of it and added tenderness - it says a lot about your spirit I believe Paul.


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Paul Waring

Fri 20th Jan 2017 09:56

Thanks for reading this John and for your poignant comment. From experience of working with bereaved older adults (especially of spouses who suffered dementia before their death), they often used the word "stuck". This type of loss must be so painful to endure, sorry to hear about how it affected your Dad. Thanks again John for commenting. Paul

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John Coopey

Fri 20th Jan 2017 09:32

Once my mam died my dad got "stuck". He was never the same again. Brought back memories, Paul.

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Paul Waring

Fri 20th Jan 2017 07:49

Thank you Lynn and Raj for your warm and positive responses to this piece. By the way, because of your kindness, I feel I owe you an explanation! This is not autobiographical, I wrote it imagining the loneliness a person might feel after losing the love of their life, the sense of not being able to let go and move on, always wanting to feel their loved one's presence. I hope I was able to capture this!

Once again, thank you for reading this and for your thoughtful comments. Much appreciated. Paul

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Raj Ferds

Fri 20th Jan 2017 07:03

Nice one Paul.
Celebrate the happy moments. Treasure the legacy.


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lynn hahn

Thu 19th Jan 2017 23:18

Wow what a beautiful and hopeful poem. Sounds like you were blessed with a wonderful relationship. She was one lucky woman

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Paul Waring

Thu 19th Jan 2017 22:12

Thank you Jeff and Tristan for reading this and for your comments. Nice quote again, Jeff! And Tristan, I am touched by your kind words, that means a lot. Thank you both. Paul

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Tristan Ayran

Thu 19th Jan 2017 21:53

What a beautiful piece-one I will never consign to oblivion.

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Thu 19th Jan 2017 21:20

Someone once said don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened......Jeff

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