A deep, longing sense of regret that I have lived with most of my life. Starkly relatable, it ebbs and flows throughout the poem with feelings of hopefulness and hopelessness, ending with reality, as it usually goes. Sometimes, our memory is our worst enemy. My grandfather is on hospice care starting this week, and I feel this as well. Being deployed, it is likely that I'll never be able to see him again. This poem is very relevant to me right now, I wish I had spent more time with him.
I hope this is a piece of fiction, but fear it is not!
Stephen, thank you so much my friend. Unfortunately it's not fiction and I feel your frustration over your Grandpa. I'm sorry he's in hospice now. Doubly frustrating given you are,deployed at the moment and unable to be at his side. I'm sending prayers for your family. Hugs-
I can feel you yearning all the way through this piece that flows with emotions. So so difficult, when we just what one last chance.
A heart-felt poem full of lady-love
Michael x :)
When I read this poem for the first time, I understood this poem in a completely different way.
Thanks to you.
I do agree we all want an another chance with someone very dear to us.
Though most of us don't get it.
And those who get, I guess they are the fortunate ones.
I admire your poems, Brenda.
That's the best thing about poetry. It can be read so many different ways. It's bittersweet, my step dad died from cancer, He lived for 3 months after his diagnosis. We had the chance to say goodbye to him. It still sucked. We knew he was dying, he knew he was dying so you were trying to get as much of him before that happened. My dad died in an helicopter accident. There wasn't that last chance, he just never came home. Thank you for your kind thoughts.