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Memory

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Suddenly a melodious tune I hear
Sound of heaven in my ears
Bringing back far away years
Childhood, grandfather, I
Listening to the radio,
Moments just fly,
Alghoza by Misri on air
Sky became clear
Birds would sing
Bells would ring
Joys it brings
Barns, golden lands
Wheat, working hands
More energy was found
All around, work quickens
Heart cleaned blood thickens
Suddenly the magic ceases
Record ends, pulse eases,
tears runs through my heart
Eyes long for one last look
If I can see all of it again
My hand holding his one finger
That memory lingers and lingers
His wisdom and fables
Our walk to stables
His talk and my babels
All gone, except that tune
Reminding me every moment
I spent, wisdom he lent,
Still carry me through this life
Thank you granddad,
I will see him in heaven
I just hope one exists
Because I miss him
Dearly…

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65 thoughts on “Memory”

  4. Beautiful and so good it’s truth not just a dream. I relate, I have been blessed as well. It can not be compared, can it? – and it can not come from nowhere. Thank you for reminding me of love. It IS real. As to the Moon, on 15th April it will be similar to “yours”, Full Moon only with red shade – an Eclipse!

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  8. This is just beautiful, Ab. Your words touched my heart. Grandparents can be so inspiring to their descendants. A life-changing event for the child of someone who shares and cares.

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    1. I am grateful for your wonderful words. Thank you so much. Absolutely agree they do change lives and build characters with their wisdom and love.

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  9. What a beautiful nostalgic poem! 🙂
    I too have many happy memories of times with my grandparents and miss mine greatly as well. Those lucky enough to have had time growing alongside their granndparents know these moments are chiselled deep within us forever, as they were ever so special people

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    1. Thank you so much for your wonderful thoughts, I wholeheartedly agree with them…he was, is and will be certainly very special to me.

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  23. Thank you for liking “Seeking the Divine,” “Spring Tree Canopy,” and “Sunrises.” I think this is a beautiful poem too, AB. It is sad that the special people in our lives must leave us one day, but at least they live on in our memories and hearts. I did not have the chance to know my grandparents. My grandparents on my mother’s side of the family died before I was born, and my grandparents on my father’s side of the family lived far away from us and could not speak English. They are gone now too.

    While I missed out on having a relationship with my grandparents, I do have a close bond with my father. He constantly tells me stories about his childhood and what he has learned about people and life over the years. He is eighty years old now and has some health problems, so I think he is trying to pass on his stories and wisdom to me in order to prepare me for the day when he will be gone and I will be by myself.

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    1. Hi Arlene, I wholeheartedly agree they do live in us, I can see you are very logical about life eventualities, it is good but at the same time perhaps being an ignorant soul helps!

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      1. Yes, it is probably a good idea not to focus on the eventualities too much. I think I am logical about them because my father is. Telling me stories and life lessons is a way for him to cope with his situation. He is concerned about me and worries how I will be without him. But that is the way most parents are. Whether you are five or fifty-five, most parents still think of you as a child that they need to take care of.

        My dad’s storytelling reminds me of the way my mother was in the months before she died. She kept telling me stories and wanting to talk to me and at the time I did not understand why. I am glad that she told me all those stories because we did not get a chance to talk to each other and say good-bye at the end.

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      3. Thanks, AB. I appreciate your kindness and support and your positive wishes.

        It is a sad story about why my family and I could not talk to my mother at the end. We were with her at the end, but she was not really aware that we were there. I don’t want to go into more detail here.

        I also hope my dad can still live on for many years with a reasonably good quality of life, but his diabetes is still poorly controlled. Besides nerve damage from diabetes, he also has kidney disease, and his kidney specialist is concerned that it might be getting worse.

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      5. Thanks again for your kind wishes. I know it is pointless to worry about the future and the passage of time. I just have to try to enjoy the time I have with my father and the people I care about, including you my dear friend. 🙂

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  24. This is beautiful! Unfortunately my grandad was long gone, before I could understand his importance, but thankfully my grandma was around for a long time! I didn’t understand it then, but today I am very grateful for all those moments spent with her! 🙂 Very well written poem!

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    1. Having an opportunity to listen to grandparents’ wisdom is a gift we should all value and cherish! Thank you for sharing your experiences with us, much appreciated.

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