When the darkest of your nights come
And moon hides its slumbering eyes
remember that you are loved
When your thin arms are pierced with pain
See how light climbs and peeks through sky
Even when the night is lit with darkest clouds
Open your palms in gratitude
I am here, beside you
Remember that you are loved
Even when your heart is failing as autumn leaf
And your words are stuttering, asking why
And when the darkness of the night will come
And end your suffering, hold my hands
Let silence wrap us like seedpods
Remember that you are loved
Our memories comfort us
like thundering rain on land so dry
When the darkest of your nights came
You remembered that you are loved
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - I am going to miss you when you are gone ~ Hosted by Kelly Letky ~
No matter what a good thing to remember indeed
ReplyDeleteWhen the curtain is drawing closed on our life, what a blessing it would be to have someone just BE with us and tell us that we are loved! And what a blessing it is to be able to be that someone for another.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and heartwarming. It is a fortunate - and well loved person - who has someone beside them saying this at such a time. Wonderful, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI read this as if the speaker is God, talking to one of His children who I perceive to be ill (because of the thin arms). The ending makes it sound like the person has now died and is at last with the Lord. But the title doesn't really fit that.
ReplyDeleteI'm actually thinking maybe this is a parent caring for a terminally sick child.
'Our memories comfort us ' for sure...
ReplyDeleteI really love how you used the variation in the repetition here.. such lovely comfort to realize that we are not alone there at the end.. Not to be alone at the end make a lot of difference.
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace, an excellent read. Smiles>KB
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, this reads with the rhythm of a bedtime story or a lullaby, and that makes it feel soothing to me, even through the sadness of loss. So comforting to know that love is there, and I especially love these lines:
ReplyDelete"Our memories comfort us
like thundering rain on land so dry"
Next week I will visit my mother. She will be celebrating her 95th birthday. I see this as a poem to be shared with her or anyone facing end-of-life. Just so touching, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThe repetitive last line of "Remember that you are loved" was so touching and almost like a mantra to the person so that it would be the last thing they carried with them.
ReplyDeleteThis is very comforting but slightly enigmatic, which I like. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeletewhat lovely poem Grace and lovely pic !! xoxox
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...sometimes its so important to know that you're still loved and cherished no matter what the circumstances.
ReplyDeleteRemember you are loved...sometimes we forget in the madness of living.
ReplyDeleteWhen the darkest of your nights come
ReplyDeleteAnd moon hides its slumbering eyes
remember that you are loved
Great opening and ending, Grace! One adores their presence. Sadly only a few lucky ones can have the privilege of knowing them better.
Hank
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If it's nice, when those dark nights come, when we can know that we are loved.
ReplyDeleteI've noticed that when loved ones are missing from our lives will fill that void with memories of the past. I believe memories are the love we have for that person screaming out loud, and it helps us make it through those hard times. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteYou brought tears to my eyes. Remembering all whom I've lost. It also touched the part of me that would love to hear these words myself! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so tender. The comfort of knowing we are loved--that is the thing, isn't it? Good to read you Grace!
ReplyDeleteThis is so full of compassion and love. You imagery is well chosen, fitting and not cliche. I am imagining a person who is mortally ill being reassured, but of course it could also fit with many other situations too. I think this makes it universal and gives it power.
ReplyDeleteautumn leaves and slumber are some of my fave poetical words
ReplyDeleteIt was sad, but it was beautiful and full of hope too. Well done. Thank you for sharing. Have a beautiful week.
ReplyDeleteThis poem bleeds with beauty of heart, Grace...truly a beautiful poem...I love this, too:
ReplyDelete"Let silence wrap us like seedpods
Remember that you are loved"
and the repetition of you're loved...so poignant.