Wikimedia Commons: Le Silence by Antoine-Augustin Préault
"Shhhh…"
Shhhhh…
Let us not speak
of pools at summer's end
dropped ice cream cones
jeans that used to fit.
Neither will we speak of
birthday cards not mailed
library books overdue
friendships left untended.
And of course there will be no talk of
toddlers now adults
nests that echo emptiness
forgetful parents
And please do not bring up
Bubbles burst
Broken promises
Dashed dreams.
We will not speak of these.
Shhhhh…
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013
2 comments:
Oh, it reminds me of my goodbye poems, & of all the ones I'm always looking for, Carol-nostalgic, but also celebratory of what has passed. I love the 'Shhhh...'
Perfect!
Lovely. Yes, Linda, "nostalgic." I also got a definite "wistful." But it's comforting in a way. I feel like I've been sobbing and someone is comforting me, "Shh...quiet now, let it go, we just won't talk about it...it will be all right...shhh..."
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