You are gone

We said goodbye

just yesterday

but you were

already gone

***

You left us with

some final thoughts

so much

to reflect upon

I know that you are

high indeed

flying above

and beyond

A love for you

it’s source will be

a love

to depend on

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Author: moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - my joy is in meeting you! View all posts by moondustwriter

5 thoughts on “You are gone”

Jaymie says:

March 6, 2010 at 11:01 pm

This reminded me of a friend that died when I was a teenager. She wrote her own service, chose the music, made a cassette recording – my friend and the service remain strong memories.

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glitteringsootonhereyelashes says:

March 7, 2010 at 2:12 am

the last stanza stroke me so much.
almost like closure, it’s petrifying:

“A love for you

it’s source will be

a love

to depend on”

wow 🙂

xx

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brian miller says:

March 7, 2010 at 3:41 am

beautiful…sorrow is omething we can all relate to. i like that last line as well…

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william says:

March 7, 2010 at 1:54 pm

awe Leslie this was sweet, nearly got the hankies out, very well written poem xxx

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Pam says:

March 8, 2010 at 12:47 pm

I love these photographs. The color is so intense, the images beautiful. I enjoyed the poem too. I was sorry, however, to see the tag on death. I didn’t view this poem as a final goodbye. It reminded me of how I feel each day about my kids. My eldest left home nearly 10 years ago, but I miss him everyday!!! Indeed, he is flying high. The career he is building for himself is most successful. And, the memories of our time together when he was a child and the times we do spend together where now we are friends more than parent and child are what we depend on in the lonely moments between our visits. So I will squint the next time I scroll down to leave a comment. I prefer to take away my own message from your this amazing poetry and photography.

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