Eve Roper Poet Sonnet

I Remember That Smile and Look

As I lie on my bed reading my book

My mind wondered to a look and a smile

Staring down on me. I turn to cry awhile.

I could not stay focused; I closed the book.

I remembered I had my husband's phone

Number in my contacts. I reached for my

Cellphone on the night table with a sigh

I scrolled down to his name (Dad), only he'd known;

Opened message. I've always called him Dad.

When the screen came up, I typed, I love you,

A heart I picked to place, when I was through,

I pushed send. Tearful grief, do not think me mad.

Two and a half years since he has been gone

His sweet scent of utter love still lives on.

3/9/2021

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Smita Kulkarni March 31, 2021 at 3:59 PM Such a sweet poem showing your forever love for your sweetheart!!

Paula Goldsmith March 18, 2021 at 3:55 PM Congratulations on your win. A loving/beautiful-story/write. Love your line, "Pushed send. Tearful grief, do not think me mad." Not mad just filled with memories. Good memories are the best. Have a blessed day with hugs................

Malabika Ray Choudhury March 17, 2021 at 4:07 PM Congratulations, Eve, on your win. So touching poem ~ Mala

Joanna Daniel March 13, 2021 at 1:55 AM So touching and deep, Eve, loved ones will always be remembered kindly:)

Christopher Flaherty March 11, 2021 at 5:31 PM Screams out TENDERNESS to me Eve Does time heal all wounds

Juliet Ligon March 11, 2021 at 7:36 AM Precious memories. I can sense the desperation to reach out to your loved one even after he is gone. Very touching.

Carolyn Devonshire March 10, 2021 at 2:45 PM This is perfectly normal behavior, Eve. In that moment, you felt a need to communicate with him. (Pres. Reagan used to call Nancy "Mommy.") Lovely sonnet. Best wishes in the contest, Carolyn

Quoth Theraven March 10, 2021 at 7:54 AM Eve, A smile shared in the stars now. Your memories give all of them wings. Is there anything more beautifully, painfully true in life? Than a message sent with love. -Richard

Kim Rodrigues March 10, 2021 at 6:44 AM A sad one. When my granddaughter’s grandpa died, she continued to text him. One in grief wants to still reach out. Good write!

Tom Cunningham March 10, 2021 at 4:15 AM He's always with you Eve, in your heart and the precious memories you made together. Hope you're well Tom

Victor Buhagiar March 9, 2021 at 10:24 PM I do relate with your feelings even though I do not have a phone number and do not dream of sending him/her any messages. But I carry her photo with me always in my prayer book.