Teacups And Tears

An oldie given an airing

Time, the great healer, had done no such thing.
His home had become a shrine,
her photos adorning walls
and every dust covered surface.
He celebrated birthdays, anniversaries,
with her memory,
a table for two in their favourite restaurant,
two glasses of red poured.
Waiters would ask as to his partners arrival,
he would smile,
continue his conversation oblivious to the stares.
Back home he would comfy himself,
feet warm in slippers,
slippers that sat nestled aside hers when not worn,
these beneath her summer coat in the hallway.
With a whisky in hand he would pore over letters, albums,
watch over and over badly shot film,
weddings, birthdays, Christmas'.
Always there was laughter, a smile on her face.
When wearied he would kiss goodnight her beautiful wedding day face,
tell her that he loved her,
would see her in the morning.

In the kitchen two teacups, side by side,
sat readied for breakfast.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Beautiful, poignant and sad Gee. Makes me wonder if time the great healer should have got off his arse sooner.

[Gee]

Cheers Lorry, that time of year when folk that have passed on come to mind.
Hope all is well in Scotland

[Lorry]

Apart from the temperature, everything is braw Gee.

[Chris Shaw]

Another read of this very touching poem. So sad. My sister is grieving her husband, but I am so pleased to say her grief does not take up each waking moment of the day. That would be a killer for me and her sons to witness. Sadly some stay in this cycle of grief and I do believe they find comfort in it. Tremendous write Gee. Lovely sunny day. Wrap up warm though.

Chris

[Gee]

Hi Christine, thanks.
Hope you are all well.

[Chris Shaw]

All good thank you Gee. Bloomin cold though.

[DIVYA]

Time never never heals.
This poem moved me to tears, Gee. Its such a terrific, marvellous example of show and not tell.
Never found or felt this kind of love and devotion.
But perhaps, for me, this would be my son remembering me, celebrating my life, once I'm gone.
You gave us words to remember, here.

[Gee]

Thank you Divya

[DIVYA]

It was my pleasure absolutely. 💐

[MoonStruck]

"Time..the great healer had done so such thing"..these words resonated deeply within me..U just have a way with words..So beautiful and moving..

[Gee]

Thank you for your kind words

[Moonie]

I can feel the loss in your words! This honestly moved me so much. I am still coping with my grandma's death, who passed away in April. And this poem makes me feel a bit at peace with that, sometimes it's best to not let go. ♡

[Gee]

I based the fella on how I would be if my wife of 25 years were to be taken first.
Thank you for taking the time to comment

[AizenJ]

This is well written. The emotions really flows through the words. The loss of someone is extremely sad. Great poem. >_

[Gee]

Thank you for your kind words

[L.E.Osborne]

This is so powerful Gee, it's always so wonderful to read poems that give you just a snapshot of a person's life and done so well too. Great Job.

[Gee]

Why thank you kind lady, I'm glad you enjoyed.

[L.E.Osborne]

You are most welcome :)

[Kelli April]

I can feel the pain in your words. The loss of a loved one whether in death or just parting ways, is a pain no bandaid can fix. Great read. Thank you.

[Gee]

Hi Kelli, thank you

[Alexa Apothic Red]

So sweet and endearing... lovely

[Gee]

That would be me if my wife decided, very selfishly I might add, to pop her clogs before me. Thank you

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Totally selfish of her!! Ha ha

[Chris Shaw]

Touching write Dee. Some people can't find the will to move on and they continue to live in the past. Sad. I sometimes wonder how I will be if it happens to me. But then I shudder and quickly move on.

Chris

[Gee]

This was actually written with me in mind as the old fella, I'd be completely lost if my wife was taken before me.
Thanks for reading and commenting

[Chris Shaw]

Would be like losing a limb.