A Picture of You

If I had a picture of you

I’d keep it to myself

Held tightly against my heart

To feel closer to you

Our bond would be strong

Strong enough to make me feel safe

If only I had a picture of you.

 

If I had a picture of you

I’d sleep with it on my pillow

Hoping to bring sweet dreams

Of the days we shared long ago

The fun days, holidays and time spent together

Feels like a lifetime ago now

If only I have a picture of you.

 

If I had a picture of you

I could stare into your deep blue eyes

Invoking memories of moments together

Fun times we shared in the sun

Loving times we shared in the cold

Making sandcastles, having snowball fights

If only I had a picture of you

 

If I had a picture of you

I could remember you as you were

Before you were ravaged

Before you were dying

When we had no worries

Could think of other things rather than death

If only I had a picture of you.

 

If I had a picture of you

I could look at it and try to remember your voice

How you used to speak to me

Your laughter,

Instead of your tears

And your final breath

If only I had a picture of you.

 

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Rick Varden

Mon 27th Nov 2017 10:12

This is so powerful I just can’t say anymore, choked. Thank you

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Pauliegreg

Sun 26th Nov 2017 17:44

Thanks for your great comments, I really appreciate it ?

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keith jeffries

Sat 25th Nov 2017 11:49

Very few poems cause me to shed tears but this one did. Beautifully written with unending love. Thank you for this. Keith

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chris yates

Sun 5th Nov 2017 19:05

You have managed to create a picture of your loved one the fun you had the times together his blue eyes the closeness of your relationship then the sorrow of his declining health so very true in many of our lives when we are faced with losing some one we truly love.
I've just read a picture of your loved one and seen the person that he is .
Well done Paul. Christine

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steve pottinger

Tue 14th Feb 2017 07:52

The last two stanzas pack the punch in this poem, Pauliegreg, and hit upon that sense of loss and wanting to turn back time. Thanks.

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