Memory Watching Poems

My mind was a scattered mess,
 but then you saved me 
you yearned for my attention 
and there I stood 
gazing at your rough waves...

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The gentle breeze,
caresses your face,
and sings you a lullaby.
You feel the presence
of those you loved
gently floating by.

Gazing through
tear-filled eyes
wishing they were here,
You are overcome with...

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Watching birds in the garden 
Is such a simple pleasure
Today I observed a sight 
A memory I will treasure 

A humble little sparrow
Drab in his...

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It's hard to put
yourself together.
Parts go missing
or simply don't fit
in the places where
you think they should.

You're never fully here, 
there's always a fragment
of yourself off...

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Disco squirrel now will reach for the stars
I watch and he takes off; being all ours.
The onlookers are amazed as he goes into a spin.
It’s...

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Watching the Perseids 

Each year August eleven to thirteen 
We fly through a cloud of comet dust
In those few days 
Watching skyward patient in the...

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Watching the afterglow 
of the dying sun reflecting 
painting all in gold 
gilded in pure light
memories of a better time 
flood my mind 
warming the...

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Pictures shared over the airwaves
Palm trees giving ever so gently
To tropical breezes are captured
As our forever moment in time.
With each sunrise comes the
Rich greens, soothingly...

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"Look at the stars, look at how they shine for you and everything you do"          ...

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Watching from behind
The vibracrete wall
Watching for the
Coins to fall
Butterflies in the tummy
But I'm not about to stall
Me and the boys up to mischief
As I watched...

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Fighting my memory,
I watched the calendar turn
Flashes of my grandfather
Racing through my mind
Age wasn’t supposed to be like this
Or then…maybe it was
Darkness 
Followed by darkness...

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Thinking of you
Remembering the last years
When you helped me recover
Showing me the true love of my mother
By my side you would always stay
No matter how...

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Being with family is oh so comfortable

Much like a familiar old blanket

Or your favourite ragged worn out old sweater

With holes in the elbows

One that has...

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A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the...

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Sitting down to watch the bees bobbing 
through the lavender, 
I felt that strange, familiar impulse 
to speak to you.
It must be muscle memory, 
I've...

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