Category: Loss

A Mama’s Gift

A Mama’s Gift

Your essence lingers
With the feel of your silk robe
As if you were still there

I would play dress up
Like any child
Pretending I had your flair

Wearing your high heels
Make up and jewelry
I became a miniature you

Exulted by your delight
Of my performance
Giving me credit for my debut

Lavender sachets
remind me of you
Placed in the drawers of the chest

Little touches of sweetness
Teaching me to care
These memories are the best

Letting me run free and discover
Or baking cakes with you
Wiping away my tears of chagrin

Always there to comfort
Being a proud Mama on sports day
Watching me give it my all to win

Still to this day
You comfort and soothe me
Memories of your fragrances left

Like beautiful music
My senses are touched
Forgetting I am bereft


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Ma” – as or in another word




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Water Music

Water Music

Every evening when the sun
Was low in the sky
He would go to the river’s edge
To reminisce and he would cry
Not so long had passed
Since she had been lost to him
He would sit and play his piano
And drink his tonic and gin

He had moved his instrument
To this special place
To remember her as she was
Before disappearing without a trace
He had loved her deeply
And asked for her hand
She had demurely resisted
Being unsure of a wedding band

She had visited less after that day
Making excuses and avoiding him
He became despondent and sad
Imploring her to come for a swim
Just one more time he begged
And she reluctantly agreed
She was a little wary of him
But did not pay much heed

Once they were in the water
He begged her once more
Marry me please, he implored
But she again did ignore
Placing his hands on her shoulders
He pushed her down
Holding her under the water
Until she drowned


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to Hélène Vaillant’s Willow Poetry’s Weekly Photo Prompt Nov 27- What do you see?

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I am listless

Thinking of the past

Another day of what ifs

How long will this last


So dependent on you

For my complete happiness

Now living in this world

Of utter ghastliness


Like a slow-mo video

Of my life once perfect

Lost and gone forever

All that is left is to reflect



Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

As I look from the train
at the rolling countryside
I see a highway of crosses
Stark white against green
A remembrance of losses

Mile after mile of heartache
In peaceful Normandy
Graves of courageous soldiers
Laid to rest with poppy wreaths
The weight of nations on their shoulders

Lives relinquished
in fierce battles
For the right of freedom
Brave men who fought valiantly
Facing the murdering demon

A feeling of numbness
and a deep sense of melancholy
Reflecting on the waste
of thousands of lives
Realizing this was a just foretaste


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See Photo Challenge

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My world once full of color

Is now monochrome


There is a chill in the air

Where sunshine once lived

In the place we called home


Your voice lingering still

In the empty rooms


Memories from the past

Evicted so cruelly

Now living in tombs



Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


In response to  GoDogGo Cafe 3 Word Writing Prompt Nov 6th

The Challenge was to be inspired by the words Gray, Wind and Echoes but not use them in the poem

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She had lived in these waters
Where she would call to him
He was curious and came willingly
And together they would swim

She took him to the ocean floor
And they would pick up starfish
Marveling at their million legs
And on each one make a wish

He learned to ride the dolphins
While she swam alongside
They would lie on the rocks
With each other, preoccupied

As they sat in the sun
He would braid her hair
He had fallen deeply in love
And did not want to share

One day he had to go away
And thought his heart might break
She promised him she would stay
But he feared he’d lose her in his wake

He constructed an image of her
And placed it on the rocks
So she would remember where to come
He would return at the spring equinox

She came back every day
Waiting for her love
She would laugh at the statue
And look up above

The sun had changed its position
But he had never returned
She became tired of waiting
This mermaid had been spurned

She swam far away from there
And did never return
When he finally reappeared
All that was left
was the monument so taciturn


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? – Photo Prompt

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When Your Number Is Up

When Your Number Is Up

She looked to the mountains
With the colors of red and gold
Like her brazen hair
A Celtic look strong and bold
Her husband a seaman
sailing the oceans seven
Like his father before him
a cabin boy at age eleven

Used to her loneliness
she cared for the croft
Sheep to be fed
and hay in the loft
Her feelings repressed
Who would hear her voice
The bairns too young
she didn’t have a choice

The small cottage
never dingy or unclean
A spotless home
A place that was serene
This day her thoughts
were indulgent and sublime
But they were ephemeral
Being in the world of maritime

A storm picking up
Dark clouds gathering
She rounded up the young ones
as the shutters began clattering
Just another day
This woman of resilience
Keeping home fires burning
Until her husband’s deliverance

Marking the calendar
Until his return on leave
Nine more days
Of wool to weave
One week and two days
Until he is home safe and sound
Sadly she did not know
That he had already drowned


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:





OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #29 – By the Numbers

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Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

Once upon a time
when you were my lover
we used to live in our world
of magical fantasy with
new experiences to discover

Fearless and free
We sailed the seven seas
Swimming in oceans
Enduring blizzards
And climbing trees

Our dreams were endless
and energy unbounded
A magical pair
Living in enchantment
Any negativity unfounded

Was it then prophetic
that you went away?
You became my former lover
Our lives modified
No longer here to stay

I fascinated you no longer
The spell was broken
In a New York minute
My hopes and wishes dashed
Another word never spoken


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing

Word Promp[ts:





OctProWriMo – Poem a Day #18 – Once Upon a Time


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This House is not a Home

This House is not a Home

As I look around the room
In its disrepair
The beauty is still here
In this house
where we raised our children
Your essence is everywhere

The dirt and grime is thick
Covering the furniture and drapes
The height chart on the wall
no longer visible
and there’s the chair where you
bandaged the scrapes

Memories of our family
Are buried deep in this grime
Layers of our life disguised
In the filth of other’s lives
But their neglect
is the only crime

That you are gone from my life
is the tragedy I cannot bear
This house no longer my home
I just came to see
if you were still here
Why is life so unfair?

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Mish’s Challenge at dVerse Poets Beauty in Ugliness

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Solitary Man

Solitary Man

I am haunted by your words
That lay heavy on my heart
We are only as strong
as the miles between us
Destined to be apart

There is a sense of dislocation
I am an empty vessel
With all the hangover
and none of the buzz
All these things I wrestle

Reflecting on our last night
Sitting in the park by the lake
The color of your eyes
In the moonlight
I melted like a snowflake

I was dancing on air
Until you laid out your plan
You were leaving me
Never to return
I am now a solitary man


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #10 Dancing on Air

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