Remember

Remember the times he made her laugh,
Harder than she'd ever before...
Remember the times he planned for her,
Making her feel just so special...
Remember the times he had a surprise,
And swept her off of her feet...
Remember the times he pledged his love,
And promised her forever more...
Remember the times he held her hand,
Always wanting them to connect...
Remember the times he cared for her,
When she was sick or hurt...
Remember the times he put her first,
And she felt it was safe to love...

And...

Remember the times he lied to her,
And did what he wanted to do...
Remember the times he looked in her eyes,
Denying the things he had done...
Remember the times he said he'd changed,
Promising it would be different...
Remember the times he said he was healthy,
But addiction was lying in wait...
Remember the times he was doing the work,
But denial was driving the ship...
Remember the times he lived two lives,
Forsaking all that she gave...
Remember the times he could have built trust,
But instead chose to hide the truth...
Remember the times he chose his own path,
And she took the brunt of the pain...

Remember the times when we're feeling the pain,
Of all of the wounds we have bore...
Remember that others have wounds of their own,
And need to be handled with care...
Remember that hearts can easily break,
So hold them gentle and true...

Photo: Greenwich, CT. 9.30.23 by JMR

11 responses to “Remember”

  1. This makes me think of a dear friend of mine whose father died a few years ago. At his funeral, and on FB since, many family members and friends have shared their happy memories of him. This focus on him as a good man negates the truth of all the pain he caused his family and really hurts her. It’s fine to not want to speak ill of those who have passed, but we do a great disservice to those who lived the truth by ignoring the whole picture.

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    1. So true!! We tend to do that to make us all feel better, but wouldn’t the truth do that even more?

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  2. They say never speak ill of the dead, I say unless he was an actual asshole. Death doesn’t negate all that. Many women in my family married monsters and the second their husbands passed they speak of them as if they were saints. This got me fired up.

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  3. Very touching and great poem about love which is a powerful strong emotion in life✔🙌

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  4. What you’ve described happened at my father’s funeral. His step-children all saw him as a flawless human being. I did not.

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    1. It’s hard to hear. Harder to stay quiet.

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