Notes About The Poem

There was a period of time where I cared frequently for four or five of my grandchildren.  What special times there were, but then it was over and my house was filled with booby traps to remind me of them.  I found, however, after I wrote this, that I wasn't the only one who remembered (thank you, Austin).   What a wonderful thing that was.  I still love them all so much and miss them; but they are so far away and growing up.

Not Forgotten By Me

They played and laughed
I watched and stayed,
While days passed to past
Secretly, silently.

'Til one day I found that
I was alone, and
Memories remained
But only for me.

The toys were all silent
So still and alone.
No little hands
To grasp and give life.

No little arms
To hold tight my neck. Gone,
Not forgotten by me,
Only by them. Gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 4, 2016 at 6:19 PM
Well penned. Your poem conjured up fond memories
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October 16, 2016 at 8:54 PM
Beverly, I see why you liked my prose. You are a very feeling person and you must be experiencing empty nest!! (I never minded when my kids left home.In fact, I blossomed in poetry at that time). Anyway, I love this one from you .Well done!
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October 22, 2016 at 5:04 PM
Andrea, yes I do like your writing. I was okay when my kids grew up and moved out, but my grandchildren were still between 6 and 12 years old and it was like losing all your young children at once. Little Sammie would walk up to my chair and out of the blue tell me, "I love you, Gramma!" Ah, heartbreak to lose that all of a sudden. Thank you for your kind comments about my writing. Beverly
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September 25, 2016 at 7:58 AM
Such a sad poem, Mrs Beverly. Really makes me miss my kids even more than I already do. For a while I couldn't even stand to walk in their old rooms. It passed with time, such is life.
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September 25, 2016 at 11:49 AM
Oh Daniel, I was sad when I wrote it a few years ago, but like you, time has made it better. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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September 24, 2016 at 11:30 PM
Lovely piece Beverly, though very sad but very effective write, well done as must have been difficult to write, blessings Gordon
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September 24, 2016 at 11:35 PM
Hello Gordon, thank you for you nice comment. No, not difficult to write, but it was difficult to live through the time after they were gone. They moved to another state and I missed them terribly. It really helps me to write these things down, saves my sanity and gets thoughts out of my overactive brain. Again, thank you, Beverly.
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