Gone but not forgotten.
In fact, scrap that…
Gone but always remembered!
Yet like a Covid-stricken December
Without Christmas lunch and family…
A constant dose of reality,
A bitter pill to swallow.
Leaves me feeling hollow…
Empty -
Those spaces minus your personality,
The warmth, the glow you exuded
Always inclusive...
A greeting, reach out and touch,
Here comes the hug and a kiss of course!
With you there was a familiar vibe
All fuzzy-like...
Like a sunbeam,
Dancing across your vision.
Got me in my feelings,
Got me here wishing
That I could see your smile one more time.
Just one more time...
To hear your giggle, that laugh,
Take a stroll into the past…
Hear our phone ring
Knowing full well who's on the other end
SHR! How you? Where Lyn?
Where Lyn Lyn? How Mikey Mike?
Ya know...
So often we say out of mind
Out of sight...
But with you...
Here’s the plight, the difficulty, the issue…
WE ALL
Still miss you.
But...
I've felt regret,
Felt the depth of undeniable pain
Like rain across your face
As we processed your death.
So sudden…
Some said gone too soon
Like leaving work in the afternoon
Thinking back, that call felt like
A cartoon, can’t be real, couldn’t be…
Man nah daddy!
Wha you telling me???
Rushed home to verify, support,
Console Mum, compile a report,
What about Uncle Mike?
How is he handling all this?
Only God knew…
And as I sit back and jot down these words
In honour of you -
What I will continue to do
Is remember,
Especially each April, August and December
What you meant, still mean
And represent to me,
As one of our family’s beloved queens!
From the recipes and countless photos at your fingertips
To that innate desire to clean, never a day you missed.
The conversations, advice and the unconditional love,
Spontaneous drop-bys with come-to-muh-don-let-me-go.
To listening to the doctor, making sure you were clear,
As we prayed over Uncle Mike, asking God to keep him here.
So, yes, you’re gone,
It has felt like too soon
But we hold on to your memory,
Like a beautiful plant in a spotless room.
I will keep that space for you
And your unique TLC,
With that dash of PLC…
Pearline Lorraine Clarke...
My one and only Aunt P!
Michael Russell August 24, 2023
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