Dedicated to someone who passed in the summer of 2024. This was written to a prompt to write a poem about a photograph. To quote e.e. cummings -“I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart).”
looking off into the distance -
famous cliffs, ocean water
the backdrop in this photo.
The Irish day, a blessing:
blue sky, a light breeze,
forty shades of green.
Such a perfect day.
Smile beaming,
he stands in joy,
unaware that my joy
is in standing by him.
Of all the pictures
in all the places
we ever traveled,
this one captures him best.
He loved to smile,
to laugh with gusto,
to tell his stories -
heartfelt, often funny.
Music and words -
his talents. But
kindness and generosity
were his true gifts.
In this captured moment,
he is the story,
the whole of it.
What was, still is.
His essence remains -
his face, his smile,
his heart,
forever cherished.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-23 at 21:50
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He sits upon my shelf,looking off into the distance -
famous cliffs, ocean water
the backdrop in this photo.
The Irish day, a blessing:
blue sky, a light breeze,
forty shades of green.
Such a perfect day.
Smile beaming,
he stands in joy,
unaware that my joy
is in standing by him.
Of all the pictures
in all the places
we ever traveled,
this one captures him best.
He loved to smile,
to laugh with gusto,
to tell his stories -
heartfelt, often funny.
Music and words -
his talents. But
kindness and generosity
were his true gifts.
In this captured moment,
he is the story,
the whole of it.
What was, still is.
His essence remains -
his face, his smile,
his heart,
forever cherished.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-23 at 21:50
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