“Memories are intricate webs of souvenirs and thoughts left behind. They are woven around our hearts and minds, and journey with us wherever we go.” Jacqueline
Thoughts of you follow me everywhere
that some days I wake with the desperate desire
to see you just one more time.
The strength of my feeling
evokes your peaceful voice
and I hear you speak in my head.
Memories of you clutch my heart
and cling to my soul
your fists hold firm with unforgettable love.
The time spent here with you
and the memories you etched upon my life
as sure as genes passed from generation to generation.
They stay with me
their echoes whisper in the gentle wind,
in my heart and in my mind.
My memories of you keep you alive
as I see your dark handsome face
filled with wisdom and gentle kindness.
As it expands in my mind’s eye,
bittersweet memories they can be
bringing tears to my eyes
and a lump in my throat.
…But these memories of you
I will never let go
for I love you even more
with the passage of time.
I never forget.
I write this poem above with thoughts of my dad. I doubt if there’s a day that passes by without thoughts of my loved ones who have passed on floating through my mind.
Some memories leave indelible marks on the recipient that they become invisible fabrics that we wear on our person. Some memories are bittersweet, poignant, sweet, dark, happy, hurt and so many other emotions attached to it.
There are memories that dig deep holes inside us and in a way molds us into who we become. I have memories like everyone else; some are full of dark misery, joyful memories, sweet ones, light ones, poignant ones. Some memories were handed by life as a gift that I didn’t choose and some were created by deliberate interactions.
Life will still continue to hand out memories that it chooses for us, but it’s up to you to continue striving in creating memories of light and joy, therefore it’s up to you to turn those memories of dark misery into an enlightening experience.
In my writing, my memories serve as a compass for me when I draw into myself and allow my senses to feel everything that I felt at the moment when that memory was created. Sometimes, I am able to catch them in words and sometimes, I am unable to translate what I feel in concrete terms.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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