Tamra Amato Poet Free verse

In Memory of Ancestors, Family and Friends

You never write.

You never phone.

And there are strangers

Living in your home.

Where are you Loves?

 You’ve disappeared----

Then come unannounced,

Dressed in memory,

And I, clothed in tears.

Immense Light 

too huge to hold

Where I wait

Each day, blessed time grows old.

Without end

Flame cradles 

All, I see

Add my Loves’

Beginnings and Forever

Be…

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Zyrool Gifford September 25, 2024 at 1:14 AM Beautifully put, Tamra. Have a great day.

Robert Warlov September 18, 2024 at 4:10 PM family ~ familiar ~ made In His image ~ familiar ~ family

Richard Morris January 8, 2024 at 6:24 AM We who have survived past the "average" age all too frequently lament those who didn't, and long for a path we cannot retrace. Very nice poem. Tamra Amato January 10, 2024 at 9:41 PM Thank you, Richard for your lovely comment. Tamra

Connie Marcum Wong May 22, 2021 at 6:19 AM This poem is so beautifully expressed. Feeling the loss of family or our children we seldom see or hear from grips the heart in grief. I can relate. Congratulations on your deserving first placement Tamra. Blessings, Connie

Miranda Hawley July 25, 2019 at 8:46 PM As an empty nester I fully understand.

Quoth Theraven July 25, 2019 at 8:43 AM Tamra, I like this poem. You've managed to capture the nostalgic moments when we travel back down Reminiscing Lane. A trip I take all too often. -Richard

Eric Ashford July 24, 2019 at 8:44 AM Hi Amato, yes, the older we get, the more loss in our lives. Even when young, folks move on, disappear and take different paths. This neat poet got to me. Well done.