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Tints of Poignant Flavour….

jacquelineobyikocha

Flavourful life

Flavours come in coloured tints,
Likewise emotions leave imprints,

They leave taste of euphoric dopamine,
Especially then, when you were mine,

They leave a taste of not so bright,
When everything is just not right,

A dash of joy, of peace, of faith, of hope and patience too!
A pinch of pain, of aches, of sorrow, of fear and trouble too!

With a tint of colour, each lives in our minds,
Always willing to leave something behind,

Of love that died or went away; it leaves a flavour mound,
A poignant taste of things all gone and never to be found!

You left our lives with quite a bang!
You left us behind with a lot of pangs!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Miss you dad! Happy birthday. Its 2 years on, since you left!

In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry – Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.

31 thoughts on “Tints of Poignant Flavour….”

    1. I do hope so. It is actually difficult to ever forget one who was so good to you. Something will always take your mind there for some reason. I think my brain has been wired to remember birthdays of those close to me. Thank you so much Ranu. I appreciate your kind words. Regards 🙂

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  14. It’s been two years and sometimes it still feels like it was yesterday. I know, I lost my mom 9 years ago and it doesn’t seem that long at all. The wonderful thing about memories is that they will live forever in our hearts…until the day we get to see them again 😀

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    1. You understand perfectly. Sometimes, I lift my phone sub-consciously with the intention to call my dad when it hits me that I just can’t do that :/ Sometimes, I replay our conversations and it feels just like yesterday. I really doubt if one ever gets over the loss of a parent even after ages. We just learn to live with the situation as best as we can in hope of seeing them one day again.

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  15. Very sweet. It hits home with many of us. I had my dad only until I was 43; I’m 81 now so he has been gone almost half my life. It has been maybe five or six years since I had my last cry for him. Sometimes I see a man with a cowboy hat driving a Chevy truck and my first thought is still, “daddy.”
    He’s the Pete in my “Pete and Amy stories.” I sorrow for those who do/did not have good fathers. God didn’t plan it that way!

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    1. Oh! I read somewhere that the love of a good parent is forever missed no matter how long they’ve been gone and you just confirmed that. It definitely wasn’t God’s plan for us, but right from the days of Adam, disobedience and trying to play God seems to be a path too often beaten by humans. Your words are always so thoughtful Oneta and always makes me want to reach out and give you a *hug*. Thank you

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I love it when you decorate my heart with your words..