Kim Rodrigues Poet Rhyme

Those We Love

Those we love don’t go away.
They walk beside us every day.
  I don’t see this as consolation,
  for I’d rather they enter the pearly gate.
Nevertheless, do they follow us, 
the sorrowing cheek, somehow caress?
  Some picture my mom and twin with
  manhattans, a cheer of cherry juice.
At first, my nose held floral scents,
a couple whisps in dream accents.
  I’d wake up speedily, as Grandma
  was surely at the head of my bed.
I believe, when they go, they’re near.
They leave us with comfort, not fear.
  Still they must click their heels
  on fine streets of gold and meet God.
So, I’m not sold on my dear one,
being near, but rather having fun.
  Can you imagine all the beautiful places
  and soul after soul to celebrate with?
Yes, I believe they stay long enough to
say goodbye, to dry our tears, to few.
  I long to walk beside them every day,
  On the brighter side, they won’t go away.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler July 22, 2025 at 9:29 PM I love this beautiful, meaningful poem, Kim. Nicely written. :) Kim Rodrigues July 23, 2025 at 9:39 AM Thank you so much, Evelyn!

John Loving Iii July 20, 2025 at 2:52 PM Very meaningful to me . Kim Rodrigues July 23, 2025 at 9:38 AM Thank you, John! So glad!

Valsa George July 20, 2025 at 4:34 AM Those who we love won't desert us even in death. It is a consoling thought. They always walk beside us. I too get glimpses of my father and mother. In my dream, once I saw my father sitting with Michelangelo in Heaven. My father was an artist cum teacher. He was a fan of the great painter. The dream was so vivid. A touching poem, Kim. Kim Rodrigues July 23, 2025 at 9:38 AM How I love the dream of your father and Michelangelo! Before we went on our planned vacation, prayed over for a year, with our kids and their families, I dreamt…I saw a small group of people and then Mom in the midst. I think she was looking in before our trip. Thank you, my dear friend Valsa!

Rowena Velasco July 19, 2025 at 7:59 PM This is a touching and heartfelt reflection on grief, presence, and the mystery of what lies beyond. The gentle rhymes and honest musings invite both comfort and contemplation. I especially loved the line “Can you imagine all the beautiful places / and soul after soul to celebrate with?” — what a tender image of reunion and joy. A lovely balance of longing and hope. Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 8:34 PM I appreciate your encouragement. God bless you, Rowena!

sara Etgen-Baker July 19, 2025 at 4:35 PM a thought-provoking poem. I agree, I think those who are no longer here, are near. Call me crazy, but I sense many of my departed loved ones with me after surgery and during recovery...don't know how to explain it, but it was real. Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM That is likely true. After Mom died, I was waiting to get an xray, was in a narrow hallway and saw a strange flicker of light on the wall. They are out of time and probably come near at such times. I hadn’t dreamt of my mom for a while and before a big vacation with my kids and grands, I saw her in the midst of a small crowd. Of course I woke up! Yes!

I Am Anaya July 19, 2025 at 3:55 PM Oh I love Paige's imagination it is cute, I know people are just using their imagination to escape the reality life has given them, not all good stuff. I know you'll be there on the other side with Grand-mère God is your witness, Kimmy~ Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 6:24 PM Thanks, sweet poet!

Paige Hind July 19, 2025 at 2:21 PM "Still they must click their heels on fine streets of gold and meet God" WOW. What a way to look at everything, so beautiful, so touching Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 2:23 PM Thank you, Paige! I don’t go along with imaginary happenings but would rather muse about what is actually happening, excited for those on the other side without tears.

Anthony Bianco July 19, 2025 at 1:43 PM Hi Kim. Alot of interesting thoughts to ponder. I like to think that they're close like in a room next door. We are allowed glimpses or strong feelings when they're present. If only they could visit us every so often, this would bring much comfort and hope. Thank you for this piece. God bless, Anthony Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2025 at 2:24 PM Thank you, Anthony! I don’t want them to be my captive but rather I like to be captivated by what they see…glory after glory! Hugs.