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Thoughts of You

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Today was a good day. Frankly, most of the days, since I retired, are good days. No matter how good the day may be I think often of my dear parents who have left the empty chairs in my life. Many days we can think positive thoughts of the deceased. We can remember the fun and the smiles through our relationships. That is what I am choosing today.

One of your hairs fell out last night:
A piece of your life was gone without a sound.
I know a difficult day is coming,
My heart, pierced, utters a quiet cry.

Let my childhood smile again in the sun
And turn me into an innocent little head louse
So I can crawl through the jungle of your hair
And sing a song of darkness in its fragrance.

Under your fingernail-roof Ill sleep in my house;
In my black dream I'll water your black trees.
Ill pick black fruits, and hair-jungle bees
Will bring me black poems to be opened.

How will I live, without your hair?
How will I breathe, without its fragrance?
How will I survive, when I am discovered
By ghosts of wooden combs combing your hair?

Let me wear shaws made of dawn-flowers
And crawl without a sound into your sleep.
Ill take the place of the hair thats gone
And sing of hair-clouds flying from night to day.

Nguyen Quang Thieu
Ha Noi, Viet Nam

Member Comments About This Blog Post:
CLASSYLADYMAY 9/23/2013 9:52AM

    Very nice Linda! I miss my parents too! They both died 4months from each other which was hard and they weren't together anymore. there isn't a day that I don't think of them like I am sure you do as well! hugs for you !

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MOVEITMARY 9/18/2013 8:25PM

    I like this poem, it is such an example of how different cultures and life experiences create a different view of the world.

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KAREN608 9/18/2013 9:34AM

    Last week I found the only letter from my Dad he ever sent, and it was sent 2 months before he died. He didn't know he was going to die. It didn't say much really, but fun to see his handwriting and sense his dry sense of humor that I inherited. Happiest memories was drawing on the kitchen table with him, and once he drew a bubble making machine. He died age 54 (the age I am this year!) when I was 21 and already away from home.

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WILLOW49 9/18/2013 8:35AM

    Fond memories help ease our pain...

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MOM1014 9/18/2013 7:38AM

    You are so right. Linda. We can choose to remember the good times. I would wish that for my children when I am gone. And you remind me I must let them know that. Our loved ones who have left are fine.
Those left behind mourn. As you said tho we can choose to smile at the good things Terrific blog.

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_LINDA 9/18/2013 1:41AM

    So very sorry for your loss :( I imagine you do get daily reminders they are gone. Its good to remember the warm and positive times when you can. This was unusual whimsical poem. Very poignant about missing a loved one and wanting to return to what once was and be close again.
Thanks for sharing..
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PATRICIAAK 9/18/2013 12:38AM

    fond memories live forever

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LUST4LIFE15 9/17/2013 11:57PM

    Memories of loved ones can always warm my heart....and bring a tear to my eye.

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