A Last Poem for Bill and for the Imaginary Garden
Five Petaled Tulip
(Photo by Jimmiehov)
Goodbyes
Goodbye is hard to say when one knows they on earth won't
see each other again
A farewell not enjoyed
Words we like not to hear
But "Goodbye" I must say
A goodbye we must say
Our friendship here must end
Part we must, wipe our tears
Goodbye now, Heaven waits
_ _ _
- For our friend, Bill
- I changed my write this morning.
We have sadnes for a friend who just died. "Bill" is thirteen years younger than me and leaves a wife his age. Plus kids and grandkids as we.
His funeral is today, January 2 at 11:00CDT.
We will not be able to attend.
- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connot in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-imaginary-garden-with-real-toads.html?m=1
- This is a "Say it Again" poem linking to "KERRY ~ LET'S FIND OUR POETIC VOICE."
- It will be' my last poem linked to our beloved Imaginary Garden which is closing today.
posted by Jim @ 12/31/2019 11:11:00 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
No waning! Just a transition.
Love to you and yours, Jim! And best wishes for a wonderful new year.
Oh... there are always ways to find new beginnings Jim. I think we will see each others again crossing paths.
Be my FaceBook friend ... I requested it already.
A sad farewell, Jim. But I believe will shall meet again.
I changed my write this morning.
We have sadnes for a friend who just died. "Bill" is thirteen years younger than me and leaves a wife his age. Plus kids and grandkids as we.
His funeral is today, January 2 at 11:00CDT.
We will not be able to attend.
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Condolences on the loss of your friend. Your poem is beautiful. In 2019, at different times, I lost two dear friends much younger than me, both of whom were like family. I'm glad, though, that our poetic family can still find places to meet online.
Goodbyes always seem to take a piece of our heart (and a bucket of tears) with them. But we can hold on to the memories (and to the archive).
Goodbyes are always tough for me. Memories become the blossoms with gather into bouquets.
I’m sorry for your loss.
I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend, Jim.
I'm sorry I missed this post at the end of December, Jim, and so sorry about your friend.
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