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The words you wrote returned to me like a tide breaking against a cliff—inescapable and unforgettable. I remember the nights I pressed my love into a violet grape envelope, trembling as if the paper could carry the pulse of my desire across a distance that was never physical, but formed of invisible walls, cultivated from my own fears. Your letters were lifelines, that help me build a bridge that bore me through the moments when I wanted to runaway, when avoidance convinced me that closeness was dangerous.
And now we are here, having fought every instinct to pull away, your love gave me the strength to wrestle with my own defences until they no longer keep me from you. It's such a joy to feel your body beside mine, to hear the cadence of your voice, to trace the contours of your face with my fingers—it is all more than I imagined in those nights of longing. The distance that held me captive seemed insurmountable has dissolved into certainty, and now I am finally present, wholeheartedly.
The letters remain, stacked like mementoes of survival, they mark the journey that brought us here. Every word pressed into ink reminds me that love endured when I could not always show it.
Holding you now, I feel the culmination of longing, ache, fear transformed into presence. You are no longer a vision at the edge of dreams—you are the reality I have fought to reach. I am entirely yours, and I remain wholly in your arms, no longer at a distance from the love I have always carried for you.
Ever yours faithfully
Piece by piece, bit by bit,
biting the steak, drinking the wine,
burying each cutout into its place.
My place in the banquet of life,
just like a puzzle, sometimes
sunshine yellow, sometimes fear,
midnight blue, a little unclear,
smiling when the quagmire
is revealed as a masterpiece.
Tight corners, dire straits,
when observed by passing time,
mere mosquito mementoes.
Souvenirs, those war wounds,
that touch the grandkid’s ears.
Many pieces will be picked up
through their years, as I disappear,
never completely, but eventually
melding into their big picture,
and so it goes through the generations,
biting the steak, drinking the wine,
reflections of time; crumbling cardboard
refined, sublime, wizened, sharp,
suspended, haloed; will progeny
interlock generations with gratitude?
I met a woman, fell in love
She was a gift from above
Soon she became my spouse
We gathered things and set up house.
Some things were new without a flaw
Some were hand me downs from Ma and Paw
For some we saved nickels in a can
Some were bought on the installment plan.
Children came – a total of four
Two boys – two girls- no need for more
We managed to provide room and board
Did the best we could afford.
We moved around from house to house
On an adventure – me and my spouse
Gathering things to which we would cling
But we rarely got rid of anything.
Tables, chairs, couches, and beds
Cabinets and shelves taller than our heads
Mugs, pictures, and bells we did collect
Mementoes and heirlooms on which to reflect.
A man gathers a lot in over fifty years
And remembers many of them with tears
Many a thing still fills my house
But it’s not a home without my spouse.
She has a room in a retirement home
Care is provided and she cannot roam
I dreamed one day we would be old timers
But I never figured on Alzheimer’s.
Now I have a house full of stuff
Too many things - more than enough
The time has come to downsize
To an apartment in the high rise.
My children came one by one
Went through my stuff until they were done
One takes this and another takes that
And managed to do so without a spat.
Giving things away is a lonely task
My irritability I cannot mask
Gathering things with my spouse
Was more fun than cleaning out house.
The heart, like the mind, has a memory, and in it are
kept the most precious keepsakes.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Today, I opened my memory box and looked inside
The last time I did this was the day a loved one died
But now I have a new keepsake to add to my collection
a photo of newborn Grace, grandchild of my affection
Most of them are gentle reminders, pleasures to hold
when I'm feeling emotional and in need to be consoled
An opal pendant, a lovely gift given on our wedding day
I could never part with it, nor could I ever throw it away
I have love letters and poems from family and friends
It's comforting to read them... hopefully it never ends
There are words of endearments I'd not want to forget
Reminders of happy times, those lived without regret
Each of my keepsakes touches a place inside of me
It's a safe haven within my heart that no eyes can see.
Some are tinged with sorrow, filling my eyes with tears
remembering the dark days that fueled my worst fears
These sentimental items are my links to days long past
Mementoes that I hold dear, memories I desire to last
The most fragile keepsakes are stored within my heart
where nothing is able to taint them or tear them apart
There it is having so enjoyed it
full of sunshine there in the med
tomorrow is day to catch plane home
you wish to turn clock back instead
Each day there has been so super
you’ve loved each one equally so
wanting each moment to last eternally
perfect your time to go ever so slow
That final day of the holiday
so sad but reality must be set
get the pressies to take home
your mementoes have to get
But the end must come to be sure
prepare yourself for that awful time
the sun waves goodbye so you wave back
take your seat as your bird takes it’s climb
Flight lands safely on home turf
it seems like yesterday I had left here
but hold the memories close to heart
then there won’t be so many a tear
(Some thoughts recently on leaving for home after holiday in Italy)
Keepsakes are memories beyond measure.
I keep them in a box; each one a treasure.
~ by poet
It had been quite a while since I've thought
about the box I've filled with many keepsakes,
but today I had a memory that touched my heart.
opened the box, hands trembling with the shakes.
I'd wiped the dusty lid before peaking inside
at the collection of things, I've kept for many years.
The last time I'd opened it; a loved one had died.
The rose petals dried, but on that day, I'd shed tears.
There's a broken emerald pendant, a gift from my Dad.
Melancholy reminders of family... these treasures I hold.
Yes, some of them touch my emotions and make me sad,
others fill me with love when I've the need to be consoled.
I've saved old love letters and poems that I can truly say
are written words of endearments I'd never want to forget.
Photos of family members before their hair turned gray...
reminders of happy times when life had no stress or regret.
These sentimental items are my links to days long past.
Losing any of them would be like losing a piece of my heart.
Mementoes that I cherish... memories meant to last,
kept safe In this dusty box until from life I must depart.
We are lucky enough to grow old
with the two of us still together,
but we’ve come to a fork in the road
that’s different from others we’ve weathered.
For this time there isn’t a choice
of a road that’s less traveled or more.
There are myriad branches ahead
and no signs to tell what is in store.
Can we purchase a ramp for our home
so we can remain living here?
Should we put our house on the market
while both of our minds are still clear?
Can one of us care for the other,
and how long can the caregiving last?
Is it time to give up independence,
To let go of events of our past?
As standing and walking is harder,
and need of assistance grows clear,
will we suffer or simply slow down
as our time of departing grows near?
We don’t want to live with the children -
they’re scattered all over the place.
They’ve kids of their own and grandkids
and none have accessible space.
Right now, do we need senior living
or assisted, or nursing or what?
What on earth will we do with our stuff
And all the mementoes we’ve got?
Which of the paths will we take,
and where will we journey from here?
As hard as I try I can’t answer,
for no simple direction comes clear.
I guess in the meantime I’d better
start shedding the “things” of life’s load
to prepare for whatever befalls
as we travel that last stretch of road.
Ever since mine boyhood
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him out of his emotional torpor
akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...
whereby he (meaning
author who wrote this poem)
kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out
within self made shell.
Me mum mollycoddled her only son
bathed him in maternal love
omnipotent motherliness
figuratively guillotined
(unwittingly) healthy maturation,
thus development sabotaged
courtesy figurative apron strings.
No matter his filial relationship woeful
(to thee woman who birthed him),
he registered sentimental value
regarding keepsakes bequeathed,
he still keeps cherished mementoes
redolent when she lived.
Call him a mama's happy go lucky boy
whose later ambivalent feelings
tarnished, undermined and vitiated
short lived tender loving care,
which brief vouchsafed cocooned wellbeing
regarding idyllic rapport between parents,
got staind, suppurated, sundered, sullied...
in later years by incrimination
against being gainfully unemployed.
February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight
marked a tectonic seismic shift as moving vans
transported our household freight
to (at that time) R(ural) D(elivery) 2,
Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426,
a ramshackle (summer) mansion named Glen Elm
plus whittled down fraction
of original Hundred Acre plus wood.
Relocation with Lower Providence School District,
approximately half dozen mile distance
between former and latter home(s),
nevertheless psyche of mine
property of extremely introverted kid
severely hi-jacked.
LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY!!!! wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
Waving like the sea,
Your decision was bias.
You ought to give me wedding ring,
But set my dreams on fire.
Can you answer me for the single reason, what made you do this?
Was it the beauty? Was it the caste, or the complexion?
You said I am your love at first sight.
You were the one who took the initiative and intended to keep it up.
You were the one who delightedly filled my heart with zeal of love.
You were the one who elegantly filled the warmth of love in my soul.
Confronted with an unsolvable dilemma’s where there is no right answer, we always know the answer to everything.
But what you did? You just made false promises.
Still you define it as the love, true love?
Or the love that vanished with no reason.
Answer me, answer me, my thee??
Near the bandra reclamation,
Sitting at the amusement park,
You were the one who excitedly expressed your thirsty feelings.
You were the one who stared at me without closing your eyes for a single second.
But you were the one who set my dreams on fire.
You said you will ask your parent’s for lifetime commitment?
But I will ask you one thing, if you feel your parents will understand and decide your love, then why you fell in love?
If you know that story wont line up with an happy ending, then what made you do this?
It’s just the pain you mounted on my heart. You just broke my heart.
When you blamed, that it’s the caste, it hurted me like hell.
Answer me my love, what made you do this?
I was happy being single.
Then, why you disturbed my life with no reason?
Then, why I got so much acquainted with you for all season?
It’s was so easy, that you picked up different slices of life but why Castism you did my almighty?
In the bruising darkness just left with ashes of memories, lying my face down in ignorance.
You broke my trust for all the life time in my way.
But still you left the happy prints, as a hope of ray.
It’s because of you, Love forever fades away.
But still left with the mementoes of yours, reminded me every day!!
"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible
Behold me…
marked with awesome affectionate hues
exuding family love
radiating bliss of eternal security bonding
triumphantly prevailing midst smiles.
Recollect with me…
while exposing joy of home
along grateful heart of glowing faces
praise-filled, beaming with grace
bestowed by the Lord!
Be glued to me…
never blinking your eyes,
yet now welled with tears
as you are gripped with Mom and Dad’s love
transporting your very being toward siblings’ milestones.
Reminisce with me…
grand celebration of blood-ties reunion along prayer fellowship
as your Dad and Mom steadfastly hold hands
and you view them doing so in heaven
with their inspiring love story, upheld by faith.
Get nostalgic through me…
recalling sweet peace in your paradise
with hearts warmed midst compassion wonders
seeing your parents’ partnership of caring scene
creating legacy of kindness for your generation.
Now, treasure me --- more than a keepsake
as I reverberate your life history
chronicled with mementoes
never to be buried in oblivion
since I, your family picture reign in your heart.
February 8, 2025
2nd place, "Dusty Box of Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/12/2025