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Poem About the Loss of Asking After Death

I love to write my thoughts in rhymes, I even write free verse sometimes. I alway hope to hit one's heart when someone reads my small A art

My Aunt Greet Meijst

My Aunt Greet Meijst

My Aunt Greet

She was there all my life,
but only after she passed away,
could I look beyond her eyes
and have I found her soul
in all the things she left behind.

With respect I touched her life
in every piece of furniture.
Remembering her, pouring tea and
reaching down her buffet
for chocolate sweets.

Her house was build in nineteen thirty
and never changed since then.
She only filled it with her being
and I became silent.

Roaming through her house,
opening a cupboard at the attic and
finding her mother's damask table linen,
neatly bonded with colored ribbons.
Never used.

Food stamps from World War Two,
little notes, penned down
in childish handwriting.
Then I cried inside for the loss of asking,
but looking into her eyes I know
it is alright.

November 2005

Damask Tabel Linen 1917

Damask Tabel Linen 1917

Living room of my aunt Greet

Living room of my aunt Greet

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 04, 2020:

This is a wonderful and touching piece of work.

There is always things we don't grasp until it is too late. Finding little momentos after the fact.

Embrace your memories...they seem quite good.

Lorelei Cohen from Canada on February 02, 2020:

There truly is so much of ones self within the items we collect. I am glad that you were able to see your aunts soul in hers. Many never notice those little things that are so very personal.

Titia Geertman (author) from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands on February 02, 2020:

#Lorna Lamon, thank you. So many memories and so many questions left unanswered. I found a travel chest with a name on it. After a long search it appeared that her family was hiding one of my aunt's Jewish Highschool teachers during WW2 and I managed to find his daughter in Switzerland. She was very happy with this chest.

Lorna Lamon on February 02, 2020:

Such a touching and poignant poem Titia. I have always felt sad and a little lost when helping to clean out a relatives home. So much of the person remains in the objects which can create memories tinged with sadness. This is a sensitive tribute to your Aunt Greet, beautifully written.

Titia Geertman (author) from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands on February 01, 2020:

#Shannon Henry, thanks for your lovely comment. Mostly I was sad because I couldn't ask her anymore about the history and tales of all the beautiful and interesting things I found. It took me almost a year to clean out the house so it could be sold. Apart from the things that were broken or damaged, every bit of furniture found a new home.

Shannon Henry from Texas on February 01, 2020:

What a bittersweet poem you have shared here. So filled with emotion and longing. As a reader, I'm glad that it ends on a peaceful note.