Chip on a cup
You still sit mighty high
on the windowsill.
Even though you are marred
I couldn’t find your missing piece
and mourned the loss.
Proudly you mount the sill
with his name emblazed
on your front.
He no longer drinks from you.
You serve a different purpose now.
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beautiful grief poem my friend
thx Manny
I feel the deep cut of grief.
Especially carried in:
“I couldn’t find your missing piece
and mourned the loss.”
Lovely images you created through this piece, thank you for sharing
So simple and poignant. Thank you
The way you mourn the missing piece while honoring what remains feels gentle and true.
“You still sit mighty high” says a lot!
Very nice, Linda. The restraint of the last line is perfect.
A treasured object reflects feelings of loss. There is such depth to “I couldn’t find your missing piece
and mourned the loss.”
Your “mighty high” does a lot of work in this poem, Linda!
I can see this cup on the windowsill, telling a sad story.
Your work is just terrific, Linda. We miss you on Tuesdays. I’ll send the link again.
Absolutely gorgeous, Linda. I love reading your poems that share grief moments because they’re so, so relatable. Thank you for sharing, my friend! <3
Amazing what memories objects hold for us! Lovely poem.
Love this. The break tells its own story, too–that the love of its owner outlasts it, and still gives it meaning even with the imperfection.
Very nice!