Nostalgic Memories

I remember, oh how I remember
The days were now long gone.
Oh. How we loved to meander
Along the paths that winded
The slopes of our hill sides,
Where fragrant firs and larches
Embellished the surrounding hills.

Oh, how I remember the ambience,
The exotic finches flying from tree to tree,
Their luscious serenades echoing around,
While my love and I would stroll over cobbles
Our hands entwined in limitless love.
We’d kiss and hug as we would stop
To hear the lullabies of the finches fine.

I remember, oh how I remember
The day we went to a large store
When she suddenly fainted and fell.
The trip to hospital was long and traffic
Was congested.  I held her hand while
The paramedics did their best.  What was wrong?
She did not survive.  Dreadfully, I could only cry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Legros Kelley Avatar
September 17, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Victor, this is so sad. The imagery of love and the meandering sweetness of the wooded paths was full to the brim with sweet imagery, perfectly penned promoting visual motion. I smiled as I read, almost hearing the footfalls of the lovers. The traumatic ending left me stunned and sad. You have a very impactful pen.
Derden Avatar
September 16, 2025 at 8:08 AM
Your poem is deeply moving—tender in its nostalgia and aching in its loss. The imagery of finches and firs paints a serene love story, then heartbreak strikes with quiet devastation. You’ve honored memory with grace and vulnerability. Thank you for sharing.
Upadhyay  Avatar
September 15, 2025 at 8:42 PM
This is deeply moving and poignant. The vivid memories and heartfelt grief convey love, loss, and the lasting impact of shared moments. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Velasco Avatar
September 15, 2025 at 6:06 PM
This poem is deeply moving. I feel the joy of those cherished moments as well as the heartbreak of loss. It’s a reminder to hold loved ones close and treasure every shared moment, because life’s fragile beauty can change in an instant.
George Avatar
September 15, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I can so well relate to this feeling. Yes, the sweet memories, one will have of the dear one who has left us forever will keep on ticking in our mind and giving us pain and creating nostalgic memories in us. Such a loss is hard to reckon with. But learn to be happy thinking of the sweet times you had together.
Rolland Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 5:57 PM
so sensitive and touching poetry, enjoyed all images and words
Dietrich Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Very touching , Victor. You do so well with emotive verse
Rodrigues Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Where fragrant firs and larches.. The exotic finches flying from tree to tree, Their luscious serenades echoing around…such a sad ending, but some indeed end this way.
Kendrick Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 3:34 AM
Sad ending to a nice love story. It is good that the story told of love and not discord with a horrible ending. Thank you for sharing this one with us. Sara K
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 5:53 PM
my heart and soul wept as I read this....a gut wrenching tale that touched my heart. Thanks for your words, Victor. blessings, Sara
De Beaulieu Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Hello Victor, This poem hasa vewry sad ending. I would be up set if that happened to me. Enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene/
Edmonds  Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Lovely memories Victor, though love came to a sad ending, in mind love will always live on … Beryl
Cunningham Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 12:53 PM
A tragic story Victor, sadly life can be like that sometimes. Tom
Andresen Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 11:53 AM
- A boundless love... and lost her... so sad, Victor - Sensitively written in beauty and sorrow - hugs
Goldsmith Avatar
September 13, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Your "Nostalgic Memories" is a wonderful yet sad write. So Sorry... Great Ending... I love your line, "To hear the lullabies of the finches fine." Have a Blessed day/weekend writing away..........
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