Hello Cheryl Floris, so nice to have you here again... I love your poems, and this one today is very moving...
Thank you Graham, for always bringing us, the best of poetry and poems, in "Tuesday Reflections".
I am very attached to my ancestors, to my history; I am privileged to have my parents here in this world, but I understand the bond that remains after they leave for another plan...
I lost a son at birth, some time ago, and even today:
I look for his face in many faces...
I look for his smile in other mouths...
I see his look in other eyes...
I always carry in my heart, the love that it's his...
Thank you for this. I have lost several loved ones through the years and sometimes i think im ok but then it seems to slam me in the face. I have such a hard time with it when it does. But yes every once in awhile i get the traces of them and it puts a big smile on my face. Thank you again.
What a lovely, moving poem. Thank you for sharing this beautiful video. I lost my mother who suffered with dementia ten years before she passed on three years ago with Covid. She was 90. I watched my vivacious, fun- loving mother succumb to severe memory loss and confusion. To cope, she would sing and dance. She would massage my shoulders and play with my hair. I miss her warm hands. But, lights flicker, and a cardinal shows up. I find feathers in unexpected places. I know she is with me. I am never alone. I appreciate the magic you brought to me this morning. ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹😇😇
This is what I wrote last year about the passing of my father. It was 31 years ago.
Cliff
Daddy said he was leaving, he didn’t know when.
His trip was a daily thing and his words became confused.
The conversations he was having were with people from his past .
The days were shaking him with every step he took and life was taking him away. Nothing he said would ever stay.
His life was ending and his mind was going too. Often he didn’t know where to go or what to do.
He still knew his name when others came to call.
His name was Cliff, and where he was going it was a wall.
Our walks were quiet now, me he no longer knew at all.
I would just hold his warm hand making sure he did not fall.
He remains in my memory so it’s only good ones that I can recall.
The combination of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s together is a devastating thing for many. This was my experience watching my father go where I could not help him.
Cheryl, your poem touched my heart. My husband passed 18 years ago, miss home everyday but know his spirit is with me and his love continues as there have been “magic” moments over the years. The first moment came a year after his passing, when the cactus he had planted two years before he had passed, bloomed within days of his birthday…it bloomed that one time. Another time my son found a note his Dad had written him about 5 years before he passed, again around his birthday.
Three weeks ago a truck crashed through my son’s backyard narrowly missing crashing into the room where my grandson was sleeping, we believe his was watching from above!
Over the years there have been other magic moments from loved ones passed with stories told, recipes passed down, unexpected times to remind us of the loved ones, holding a special place in our hearts.
Graham thank you for having Cheryl share her beautiful poem. Blessings to you and safe travels!
Thank you, Cheryl, for sharing this beautiful poem with us. Throughout my life I have always looked at the loss of loved ones as lasting memories that are forever etched on my heart. They can never be erased or tainted. They are mine forever. Thankfully reminders of those memories happen every day, a smile, a phrase, a place, a thought. Thank you, Graham, for sharing Cheryl’s heartfelt words with us once again.
In our Maori culture we believe that our Tupuna (those that have gone, young and old) are always there guiding us. Some believe it is instinct, we believe it is them. I get a lot of guidance from our Chief my grt grt grandfather. I feel his presence guiding me when I am needing it.
Graham, thank you for once again sharing Cheryl with us. Cheryl thank you for this lovely poem. Enlightened me to think back a few years. I was only 13 yrs. old when my father died. So many memories from these few years. We lived in Latrobe Pennsylvania, but my father owned a farm in West Virginia that others lived on and ran for him. Many times, he would take me to West Virgina when he was going to check on things on the farm. When I started to watch Heartland, all the cows and horses reminded me of those times with my father. We would bring live chickens home and my mom and dad would pluck and butcher them for fresh chicken. I have always regretted that he never lived to see my children, his grandchildren. My mom and I and my younger sister struggled some after he died, but God always took care of us. I have since experienced death of other family members, but losing my father at such a tender young age was devastating.!!!!!!
Cheryl thank you for sharing this heartfelt words ,excellent poem !
Thank you Graham for bringing Cheryl back for Tuesday Reflection! Much blessings to you and safe travels.
One fateful night 13 years ago I had a dream and actually was talking with my dad and he even hugged me. He hugged me with so much warmth and love…his eyes were piercing. That magic traces was my last dream as I woke up from my phone ringing a call from my sister that dad passed away peacefully on his sleep. I know he wanted me to have that dream to say his goodbye as I am very close with him.Seeing is Believing! I had plenty of counterarguments in my head about that dream as he was with me spiritually.
Her poem was lovely. Loss of family is never over and closure never comes.
My husband and son still give me the strength to make decisions. If I have an important decision and I can't get make it. I wait a few days if I can and ask them for guidance and of course relaying on my faith. You may not believe this but the answer usually comes after I've asked my husband not every time but enough.
Cheryl, so enjoy you poem it does my heart good to know that loneliness does not stay with us but wonderful memories do. So glad Graham shared it with his members. I go back over the months and listen again and again.
Hello Graham, wow !!! thank you so much for inviting Cheryl Floris to read this very special poem.
Cheryl's poem really resonated with me, I lost my dad as well three years ago on July 4th. This is still hard for me, miss my dad very much, Blessings to all :-)
Thank you so much Cheryl, your poem touched me this morning and reminded me of my grandma. She was a very wise woman, I learned a lot from her.
When I'm in a situation where I have to choose a path I remember her, then I think: What would she choose?! Soon I have the best answer.
Thank you Graham for inviting Cheryl to share your beautiful poem with us.
I wish you all a great Tuesday! 🙏✨
Graham Hello
From my heart to your heart
Hello Cheryl Floris, so nice to have you here again... I love your poems, and this one today is very moving...
Thank you Graham, for always bringing us, the best of poetry and poems, in "Tuesday Reflections".
I am very attached to my ancestors, to my history; I am privileged to have my parents here in this world, but I understand the bond that remains after they leave for another plan...
I lost a son at birth, some time ago, and even today:
I look for his face in many faces...
I look for his smile in other mouths...
I see his look in other eyes...
I always carry in my heart, the love that it's his...
I let his presence reign in my spirit...
I allow his light to illuminate my path...
I'M ALONE... BUT NOT LONELY!!!
GRAHAM, I send you a thousand stars of light 💥
Enjoy your summer wisely ✌️✌️
Cheers🥂 IndiaFreitas 💙 🇧🇷 ☘️
Thank you for this. I have lost several loved ones through the years and sometimes i think im ok but then it seems to slam me in the face. I have such a hard time with it when it does. But yes every once in awhile i get the traces of them and it puts a big smile on my face. Thank you again.
What a lovely, moving poem. Thank you for sharing this beautiful video. I lost my mother who suffered with dementia ten years before she passed on three years ago with Covid. She was 90. I watched my vivacious, fun- loving mother succumb to severe memory loss and confusion. To cope, she would sing and dance. She would massage my shoulders and play with my hair. I miss her warm hands. But, lights flicker, and a cardinal shows up. I find feathers in unexpected places. I know she is with me. I am never alone. I appreciate the magic you brought to me this morning. ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹😇😇
This is what I wrote last year about the passing of my father. It was 31 years ago.
Cliff
Daddy said he was leaving, he didn’t know when.
His trip was a daily thing and his words became confused.
The conversations he was having were with people from his past .
The days were shaking him with every step he took and life was taking him away. Nothing he said would ever stay.
His life was ending and his mind was going too. Often he didn’t know where to go or what to do.
He still knew his name when others came to call.
His name was Cliff, and where he was going it was a wall.
Our walks were quiet now, me he no longer knew at all.
I would just hold his warm hand making sure he did not fall.
He remains in my memory so it’s only good ones that I can recall.
The combination of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s together is a devastating thing for many. This was my experience watching my father go where I could not help him.
Cheryl, your poem touched my heart. My husband passed 18 years ago, miss home everyday but know his spirit is with me and his love continues as there have been “magic” moments over the years. The first moment came a year after his passing, when the cactus he had planted two years before he had passed, bloomed within days of his birthday…it bloomed that one time. Another time my son found a note his Dad had written him about 5 years before he passed, again around his birthday.
Three weeks ago a truck crashed through my son’s backyard narrowly missing crashing into the room where my grandson was sleeping, we believe his was watching from above!
Over the years there have been other magic moments from loved ones passed with stories told, recipes passed down, unexpected times to remind us of the loved ones, holding a special place in our hearts.
Graham thank you for having Cheryl share her beautiful poem. Blessings to you and safe travels!
Thank you, Cheryl, for sharing this beautiful poem with us. Throughout my life I have always looked at the loss of loved ones as lasting memories that are forever etched on my heart. They can never be erased or tainted. They are mine forever. Thankfully reminders of those memories happen every day, a smile, a phrase, a place, a thought. Thank you, Graham, for sharing Cheryl’s heartfelt words with us once again.
Thank You
I will share this with a close friend of mine who just lost her husband.
Jadzia
In our Maori culture we believe that our Tupuna (those that have gone, young and old) are always there guiding us. Some believe it is instinct, we believe it is them. I get a lot of guidance from our Chief my grt grt grandfather. I feel his presence guiding me when I am needing it.
Graham, thank you for once again sharing Cheryl with us. Cheryl thank you for this lovely poem. Enlightened me to think back a few years. I was only 13 yrs. old when my father died. So many memories from these few years. We lived in Latrobe Pennsylvania, but my father owned a farm in West Virginia that others lived on and ran for him. Many times, he would take me to West Virgina when he was going to check on things on the farm. When I started to watch Heartland, all the cows and horses reminded me of those times with my father. We would bring live chickens home and my mom and dad would pluck and butcher them for fresh chicken. I have always regretted that he never lived to see my children, his grandchildren. My mom and I and my younger sister struggled some after he died, but God always took care of us. I have since experienced death of other family members, but losing my father at such a tender young age was devastating.!!!!!!
Cheryl thank you for sharing this heartfelt words ,excellent poem !
Thank you Graham for bringing Cheryl back for Tuesday Reflection! Much blessings to you and safe travels.
One fateful night 13 years ago I had a dream and actually was talking with my dad and he even hugged me. He hugged me with so much warmth and love…his eyes were piercing. That magic traces was my last dream as I woke up from my phone ringing a call from my sister that dad passed away peacefully on his sleep. I know he wanted me to have that dream to say his goodbye as I am very close with him.Seeing is Believing! I had plenty of counterarguments in my head about that dream as he was with me spiritually.
Her poem was lovely. Loss of family is never over and closure never comes.
My husband and son still give me the strength to make decisions. If I have an important decision and I can't get make it. I wait a few days if I can and ask them for guidance and of course relaying on my faith. You may not believe this but the answer usually comes after I've asked my husband not every time but enough.
We all have a very difficult time when someone passes but when it’s your soulmate, extremely difficult and emotional.
Cheryl, so enjoy you poem it does my heart good to know that loneliness does not stay with us but wonderful memories do. So glad Graham shared it with his members. I go back over the months and listen again and again.
Thanks, much joy to you and your family.
Thank you for sharing this Cheryl. It had all the feels. I'm grateful to have been able to experience you reading it.
Hello Graham, wow !!! thank you so much for inviting Cheryl Floris to read this very special poem.
Cheryl's poem really resonated with me, I lost my dad as well three years ago on July 4th. This is still hard for me, miss my dad very much, Blessings to all :-)