Never
Erased
Before my babies, locks of hair, very
light, wispy and fair,
And while looking through all
emotions, so unprepared!
What my mum had saved; words written
for his valentine;
My dad's love and thoughts
poured out before he signed.
Played on piano, some music written,
so romantic
By fountain pen, so painstaking but
not so pedantic.
My Dad, heart on his sleeve now
all kept safe and secure.
Such happy memories now I'm older and
matured.
A sister, a bit older who gave life
to her son Ben,
I didn't know and did not predict
what would happen then.
But all kept for years some funny
words to enjoy and read
Never would have guessed where his
life would finally lead.
Love and new life from well - wishers
during our two births
New pink and blue with years apart
now live on this earth.
Pictures from the hospital from a
three month old scan,
Now all grown and maturing into a
lovely well mannered man.
A precious little Gem with such
deep and meaningful drawings,
Kept school reports among so many
very precious belongings.
So full of love and colour and deeply
profound meanings,
Quiet and deep, she worked and did
not need any intervening.
Support and meaningful letters from some
special friends,
Poems thought out for a purpose and
then carefully penned.
Birthday and Christmas cards from
girlfriends that have passed
Am crying now, happy and sad with
tears that fall so fast.
Emotions and thoughts written down
from a difficult divorce;
My lovely daughter who suffered more
in the long run of course.
The paper that she wrote on poured
out all her feelings
And years on end for her to come to
terms and deal with.
Little clothes for little people, the
first pair of shoes!
Over the years and time again to go
through and peruse!
A little dress, a tiny top that
looked too small to fit
Those little people love them both,
every little bit!
Smiling now, with laundry baskets,
days of happy vacuum!
Handmade, made with love and colour
in the classroom.
Mother’s day, Christmas, birthday,
Easter and some thanks.
A book that was never started with a
small collection of stamps!
And the one I love has safely stored
from nieces and nephews,
Kept some letters from the past, from
me the one he rescued!
Cousins, aunties, close relations all
kept and in a safe space.
Read again and in my heart they all
have a special place.
All kept in the back of the loft in a
large red suitcase,
Cards and keepsakes all with a
special memory embraced.
All my emotions today have been
reawakened and stirred
Every single card has love and care
as I ponder over words.
I've cried so many tears today and
will cry again!
Handmade cards, handpicked words,
heartache and the pain.
The life inside that suitcase can
never be replaced
And anything as special in the future
will never be erased.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th February 2019
