Poem Number 16657

Missing

A little piece of me is gone,
imperceptible to the eye;
its absence yields a greater heft,
than that of flesh and bone.
The minus mutes music's lilt,
and pales the garden leaf,
as days cascade into one,
to march to steps of grief.
A little piece of me is gone,
mundane hours fill the day,
interrupted by memories of those
who Eternity took away.
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Jane

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You've put the inexpressible into clear words. Great poem. -- Abe
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Jane, this is so lovely. my father just passed away and i know i will feel the way you describe for the rest of my life, once this raw pain subsides. your poetry always reaches far into me and evokes such emotion. ms
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Thank you Abe and ms for your comments. ms,I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad. It's tough to get through and time does soften it a little. Yes, you will miss for the rest of your life. I lost loved ones 30 years ago and they still are in my heart. I'm glad you like my work-it's written from the heart. Jane
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Excellent, Jane. R.J.G.

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ah Jane, the pain of grief with the sublime words of your poem....what we have all felt, but could never so eloquently have said....thanks for this...m.e.