Forever My Darlings

Forever My Darlings

A Poem by Chris Shaw

on a glorious morning
my losses rise up
a choir of golden
they sing from blue sky

and though i am thankful
their faces aren’t blurred
today is for memories
there’s no time to cry

the decades since passing
grow distant it’s true
yet lingers that sorrow
it plays on a harp

its song pure and loving
as feelings don’t change
forever my darlings
the hem on my heart

© 2023 Chris Shaw


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This poem feels very soft and reflective, and I like how it approaches loss in a calm, almost comforting way rather than something overwhelming. The imagery creates a peaceful atmosphere that makes the memories feel alive and meaningful. I also think the ending is really strong, it leaves a quiet but lasting impression. Thanks for sharing this!

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you kindly for such an encouraging review. Your visit is appreciated.

Chris
A tender elegy—grief softened by time yet still singing through memory.
The imagery glows with quiet love, that final line stitching loss gently into the heart.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much Thomas. All the best.

Chris
A Christian Faith is so important when dealing with what I take has been bereavement. Lovely Work Chris. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much Tony, an older poem, out for an airing. Pleased you enjoyed it.

Ch.. read more
red93

1 Week Ago

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This indeed is a song for memories and healing ones at that. Gorgeously writ and wonderfully envisaged.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much Ken for a lovely review. Happy Easter to you.

Chris
Such a tender way to hold the ones you’ve loved. This feels like sunlight on old sorrow.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

That’s a lovely way of describing the losses. Thank you Curly.

Chris
They never truly depart us, do they Chris? Only become unseen to others, while they are kept in your heart eternally.
The decades don't fade these pictures like old photographs, it strengthens our connection to those no longer here to be seen by others.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

You are so right Lorry, our dearly departed actually stay with us in spirit. Thank you for a lovely .. read more
A beautiful poem here Chris...

You engage the reader with the emotions and fondness in this write.

As feelings don't change
forever my darlings
the hem on my heart

Thanks for sharing

BB73

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you for your warm words. Pleased you enjoyed this poem BB 73. A tribute to my dearly departed... read more
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This poem was a very nice read, I like the imagery used :)) it creates a very nice picture

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Erin for your lovely comment. Pleased you stopped by. Have a lovely day.

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Some people in our life dear Chris. They become a part of us.
"the decades since passing
grow distant it’s true
yet lingers that sorrow
it plays on a harp"
I like and understand the above lines. Sorrow become like music. We learn to accept. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Acceptance. Yes, we learn to accept the loss. Thank you dear Coyote for your wise words. You are du.. read more
Very well crafted and full of emotion.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Thomas for stopping by. All the best.

Chris

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Added on December 30, 2023
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..