What shall I speak of?

Want to be a hermit,

 and you would think I would be trying not to speak.

Another story continuing.

Normally quiet,

 I might be provoked into a ramble,

   or at least a wistful thought.

I think I will talk about the acceptance of depression.

Not a light topic.

For anyone thinking I am being a touch glib,

 I am.

Time for a glimpse behind the curtain.

The next few months will be a torture.

Anniversaries.

Mom's husband died

If anyone is wondering about the phrasing,

  mom's second husband came around when I was in my twenties.

Good guy.

A few years ago,

 I was clearing his airway.

Kept him going for awhile.

Dad died.

This was a year later.

All I want to say about that.

Both events took a toll.

Back to an acceptance of depression.

I had been stuck in a continuing moment of self-pity.

During the passing events,

 it opened my eyes.

I will always be sad.

Those memories will always be there,

 but so will the other memories.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Death of a parent. Always hard. You gave glimpses of your life. A lot said in the words. Thank you Jon for sharing your words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Jon Roggie]

Yeah. Like I said. It will be a hard time.
Thank you Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jon.

[barleygirl]

Sometimes you write this way & I’m left wanting more (your poems are usually shorter). Finally this time I got what feels like a complete story from you! *smile* This is my favorite of yours that I’ve read so far. Your storytelling has the sharp stinging essence of the way an older person rambles on, jumping from one intense idea to another, not quite fleshing anything out to the degree we’d like to hear, before skipping on to the next disjointedly-related idea. Yet it’s clear what the complete & connected story would be, given these abstract points on the jigsaw puzzle of your words. It seems haphazard, but upon closer inspection, I think there’s more crafting to this than meets the eye, becuz of the way the way seemingly random paint daubs connect into a fully-realized portrait (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Jon Roggie]

I am the old distant relative who rambles along at the family reunions.
I have fun writing like this. The funny thing is none of it is planned. I normally post the first version, and if somebody points out a simple mistake, I might do an edit.
Plus, I get to act like a cranky old soul.
Thank you Margie.
Jon

[barleygirl]

I love being old becuz I can be crotchety without apology! *smile*

[Jon Roggie]

Meanwhile, the oldtimers are listening to the Ramones.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Musings penned down in a fine way here, I like the way you jot down what u call ramblings, but they are interesting and that's what counts. So thumbs up and keep writing like this some more.

Hi, Pleez do write your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too, titled, "jumbo jet vs jackdaws and jays". interaction via poetry is my way to say hi to poets always.

[Jon Roggie]

Since I normally start writing during a review,
I agree with your interaction.
Glad you enjoyed this one.