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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Alone she sat on the shingle beach The evening tide just out of reach The gentle breeze caressed her flaxen hair She sat there still her knees tucked tight Octobers moon a slash of light The fading seas horizon fixed her stare She was now a loving wife A families joy had filled her life She glanced back to the cottage on the hill The warm soft glow … the huge log fire Did the evening and her heart conspire? With sad memories her crowded head to fill ………………………………………….. Her father was a fisherman Wide and strong his shoulder span His fluffy beard a mass of tangled red Each morning at the crack of light The fishing boats a noisy sight She’d wave goodbye, a kiss and back to bed The day would seem to slowly pass Till on the shore she’d spot at last The laden boats were creeping their way back Her father hard would ….wave and shout A delighted scream she’d then let out He’d always pull a trinket from his sack The presents he would give to her Would make her curiosity stir In wonder she would gaze and point and stab Shells and multi colourered sand The seaweed slimy on her hand And once a tiny darting….Hermit crab She placed the gifts back in her room And on long evenings in the winters gloom The girl would sit alone and laugh and play As she grew older the day seemed long Before she heard her father’s song She felt the danger when he sailed away The family sat at evening meal The radio cracked the girl could feel There was a sad foreboding…….. in the air A gale had ripped along the coast Ten hearty men had met their host You could almost touch the…. sadness sitting there The girl had cried for many days Her thoughts were just a foggy haze Her life ahead but now …..She wasn’t sure Her father had been so caring …..Strong She‘d expected him to be there ……. long In his loving arms she’d always felt secure ……………………………………………. Time had passed her life was full There never was a moment dull Her partner and her children brought her joy Their lovely home upon the hill She built with love and tried to fill The sweet kind hearts of her little girl and boy But always present…always there A dark grey cloud… hung in the air She learnt to live and ignore this loss so deep But when autumns chill filled up the sky She’d sit alone and wonder why And gently rub a shell she used to keep She knew that life had been so cruel And sometimes she just felt ….a fool For always looking and glancing…to the past And she also knew there would come a day When her turn would come to go away For them she hoped the pain would leave… not last The more you loved and gave in life The more you cared and lightened strife The more the pain the longer hurt would stay What can you do with a loving heart? But to try and share…… this love impart And hope a light will guide them on their way …………………………………………………. The evening now was cold and chill As she started back to climb the hill ‘Oh father father why did you have to die’ You would be so proud of me But I know this fate was meant to be’ She hung her head and soft ….a sobbing cry Jon Mewett [This message has been edited by Jon Mewett (edited 10-19-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Jon~ I've read this twice and it is wonderfully well done. 'What can you do with a loving heart? But to try and share…… this love impart' As a young teen whose father went to work one day and was killed in an explosion ... I am acutely aware of the feelings akin to those of the girl of whom you write. I have his pocket watch, which was found in the rubble. I often gaze at the melted piece - with rusted images etched where the hands of time stopped for his life. I understand the tears of sorrow. You know, Jon ... we just never know when something we write is going to touch someone .... this touches me greatly. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Jon, Words fail me...This is what you do best. I will read this many times!! Marcy |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Oh boy Jon, this is simply incredible. A truly touching story, penned beautifully. Bonnie |
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Honey Bunch Member
since 2000-08-08
Posts 99South Africa |
Jon, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Very touching indeed! Helen |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This one brought tears to my eyes, Jon. I had these very same thoughts reflecting back on the loss of my parents. My mother died tragically when I was eighteen...she never lived to see her children get married, she never saw her son grow up...my father died 29 years later...he saw all of his children get married, came to know eight granchildren and even one great grandchild and yet his death was too soon, way too soon, and could have been prevented. On the way to work yesterday I was thinking perhaps I should start to distance myself emotionally, just a bit, from my kids, so that they aren't so devastated when it is my time to go...and then I thought, nah...that would be a waste of valuable time and love. Life is for loving, after all. Does the sadness ever go away? Probably not. The pain lessens over time, it's not as strong, or else we couldn't live, I suppose. But I can certainly relate to the woman in your poem. I've had all those thoughts and longings and asked those questions. I also have treasured keepsakes that remind me daily of those wonderful days with those wonderful parents with whom I was blessed. As you can see from my ramble, your poem touched me deeply. Denise |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
So lovely, the expression of memories that overwelmed us when we are alone with our thoughts...then we must go forward, on with our lives. As long as we remember our loved ones they are never really gone -lady |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
Jon, this is a beautiful story, beautifully told, and with much deep thought and feeling. I'm constantly impressed by your talents. Keep up the good work. To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
thanx everybody for your wonderful responses to this one.........well this is sorta from experience as I too lost my Dad at an early age....so it's sort of biographical....I feel that women are far more poetic than men in their lives and have far more to contend with (not in a patronizing way)........in reflection the image of the woman on the beach just came into my head. I think my muse must be female.........I hope these feelings I raised were not to difficult to deal with....Thanx again Jon |
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Romy Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1170Plantation, Florida |
That you can write in such a way that you raise these feelings, is the sign of a true poet. I loved this poem Jon, thanks for sharing it. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx Debbie........I am pleased you enjoyed this......thanx for your comment.  Jon |
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