(For my dear husband, who passed away
on 4 September 2013) .
All flames shall dim, all books shall close
Petals fall from the dying rose
The actor makes his final bow
The curtain falls, its over now
With no more words and no more sighs
We`ve spoken now our last goodbyes
The time has come, the end of this
From trembling lips, a final kiss
Eclipsed is now the coming dawn
From which another night is born
For shadows move across the earth
Another death, another birth
As darkness clouds the closing day
Your quiet heart in silence lay
After the fading of the sun
Last breath taken - the day is done
(Little yellow flowers
Dancing in the breeze
Little yellow flowers
Huddled round the trees
Little yellow flowers
Seemed to know my pain
Little yellow flowers
In my mem`ry will remain)
Your sorrow has solidified into a beautiful poem Val... more poignant and penetrating than poems we write on an imagined situation! We all know how hard it is for you now... yet Time can heal the wound though the scar may remain! But coming back to your poems is the best way to release the pent up feelings of ache! May you get the strength to tide over this loss!
Dear Valerie, my apologies for coming late to your requiem piece. This apparently most stoic and beautiful tribute is a finely crafted and special poem. My thoughts are with you.
...joys and sorrows interwoven in human life.... it is an inspiring piece of writing
He is not gone far as you think When silence and solitude calls You will find him stand and wink In the corridors of your mind standing tall......... Very good poem and welcome to my page for your valuable comments
The day is done but love and memories still remains. I felt your deeply emotional write but I also feel a ray of bright hope for you. It may be dark now but the light will conquer it. You will overcome! A heartfelt write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very emotional poem to read Val. We all know words will fall short to console you, as losing a dear one is not easy to sail thru, but good people are very few, who are called by God to reside in his heavenly dew.