Gone, But Not Forgotte Poem by Marilyn Ferguson

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Marilyn Ferguson

Marilyn Ferguson

Grand Junction, Colorado / United States

Gone, But Not Forgotte

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Gone, but not forgotten
This pain, I cannot hide
In memory, I see you
A million tears, I've cried.

The tender thoughts you left me
Come to my memory
Your loving smile, so precious
Will always be with me.

You visit me in summer
When flowers are in bloom
Upon a ray of sunshine
A star-lit night in June.

When winds are gently blowing
Across a cloudless sky
Within a rolling meadow
Where horse and cattle lie.

I see you in the treetops
As summer comes to be
In shadows, you do linger
A soul so young and free.

I see you in the garden
Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair.

On country roads, I find you
Along the wooded lane
Within the distant thunder
I see you in the rain.

In early hush of morning
You come without a sound
Upon a blazing sunset
Your memory can be found.

Like sprigs of morning glory
Upon the vine, they grow
With branches reaching outward
Into my heart, you go.

Just like a special angel
God wrapped you in His care
And took you off to heaven
To live with Him, up there.

Gone, but not forgotten
This pain, I cannot hide
In memory, I see you
A million tears, I've cried.

The tender thoughts you left me
Come to my memory
Your loving smile, so precious
Will always be with me.

You visit me in summer
When flowers are in bloom
Upon a ray of sunshine
A star-lit night in June.

When winds are gently blowing
Across a cloudless sky
Within a rolling meadow
Where horse and cattle lie.

I see you in the treetops
As summer comes to be
In shadows, you do linger
A soul so young and free.

I see you in the garden
Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair.

On country roads, I find you
Along the wooded lane
Within the distant thunder
I see you in the rain.

In early hush of morning
You come without a sound
Upon a blazing sunset
Your memory can be found.

Like sprigs of morning glory
Upon the vine, they grow
With branches reaching outward
Into my heart, you go.

Just like a special angel
God wrapped you in His care
And took you off to heaven
To live with Him, up there.

Thursday, June 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Md Maqsood Alam 05 August 2021

Need explanation of this poem

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Allotey Abossey 11 June 2015

Well written friend, some people can't be forgotten. We keep them in our hearts forever

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Marilyn Ferguson

Marilyn Ferguson

Grand Junction, Colorado / United States
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