For My Parents
Light,
red, hot pink, and cool blue
reflected, refracted
from then to beyond
where casting shadows
like parents on children, larger than life
neither existing without the other,
at least not as they were.
I think if
my father
if my mother—
all the questions I never asked.
If they are light–never gone,
the breath of stars, infinitesimal and infinite
a never-ending melody of dream colors, heard
and almost remembered.
Both of my parents were born in August. I’ve been thinking about them, and of course, the Oracle knows. And extra ifs for Derrick.
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Thank you so much, Michael!
Beautiful 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Beautiful, Merril! Thanks for sharing this great remembrance, and enjoy a good weekend! xx Michael
Thank you so much, Michael. I hope you have a good weekend, too. 💙
Beautiful. My mother and sister, both now gone, were born in august
Thank you so much, Beth.
In remembrance of your mother and sister then, too. 💙
thank you so much –
This is so beautiful Merril. Our parents never leave us I think.
Our images have the same colors and echo each other. And our words, also, complement each other, even as they refer to entirely different trains of thought. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe.
Yes, I agree.
I see what you mean about the eggs. Parents and children, the link is never broken. That ‘almost’ in the last line is so poignant.
Your poem is personal, mine is general, but we have the same colours, the same light and the same sense of what it means.
Thank you very much. 💙
Yes, that was exactly what I meant about the eggs.
And yes, the colors and light–of course.
Kerfe’s moon and earth mother echoed all that too.
Yes. As usual, our poems are all connected. 🙂
What we expect 🙂
So very lovely. And my mother’s birthday was yesterday 🙂
Thank you so much!
And Happy Birthday to your mom! 💙
My pleasure and thank you! 🧡
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So beautiful, Merril. Our parents continue to live in us and our thoughts. 💙
Both my kids are born in August…same date, four years apart. 😊
Thank you so much, Punam. Yes, they do. 💙
It’s funny how that works. My kids’ birthdays are only a few days apart in February.
You are welcome.
Yes, it is quite strange. My older sisters and two of my friends’ kids also have their birthdays a few days apart.
It is funny! 🙂
A lovely tribute to your parents. My mother and my brother were both born in August.
Thank you so much, Liz.
So many August birthdays–a tribute to all!
You’re welcome, Merril. Yes!
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Beautiful remembrance, Merril!
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 😊
I delighted at the ifs even before I reached your mention. This is because the were so very apt – saying much more that their lengths
Thank you so much, Derrick! 💙
such a beautiful memory of your parents Merrill! 💖
Aww–thank you, Cindy! 💙
You’re so welcome Merril! 💖
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I like this color association. I’ve often seen my mother as robin-egg-blue and my father as a muted yellow sunrise or sunset.
Thank you. That’s so interesting, Ken.
I’m not sure what colors I’d see for my parents. . .
A very sweet poem and remembrance of your parents, Merril ❤
Thank you very much, Marie! 💙
Here we are min the Winter of our years, letting nostalgia seep from our pours, leap from the chambers within. Death has sythed a huge swath in our families, and dead eyes brighten as we reawaken them
True. Thank you, Glenn.
This is incredibly moving, Merril! I love how you associate with color here .. which adds emphasis to the feeling of remembrance ❤❤
Thank you, Sanaa!
Like you, my senses blur a bit. 💙
A beautiful tribute and remembrance Merrill, I too believe there is still an energetic connection that transcends a person’s passing xxx
Thank you very much. 💙
My parents were born within the same week (but different years) in September. They say that energy never dies it just changes form, in which event, your poem expresses that perfectly.
–Shay
Thank you very much, Shay.
Reflections do creep in at these times. I believe it is good to reflect and to take assessment of how they live on in us and our children and grandchildren. Their spirit carries on in us.
A very heartfelt poem, Merril.
Thank you very much, Dwight.
You are welcome!
This is so beautiful and so whole. It was lovely to hear you read it and to read it again. You use the word “if” so magically. Love the ending, all these lines:
“If they are light–never gone,
the breath of stars, infinitesimal and infinite
a never-ending melody of dream colors, heard
and almost remembered.”
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Thank you so much, Sunra, for your kind words.
My “Oracle” poems always have if in them. 🙂
You’re welcome! 😊
A deeply personal journey that opens up so much. Thank goodness for the power of memory to bring all the moments back, and light, they are, up there.
Thank you so much, Ain.
Excellent! My mom has been front and center this whole month. It will be a year on the 24th…I know what you mean about the “ifs”. A good weekend to you Merrill.
Pat
Thank you, Pat!
I understand, and I’m sorry for your loss.
A weekend to you, too.
Thank you.