My late wife was an artist and I have many pieces of hers still scattered around the house. This is a musing on time passing and the persistence of memory.
Bright oranges in a blue pattern bowl
She painted with a subtle brush
Green pears on an orange ground
Orange, blue and a green blush
Her work is everywhere you look
Coloured bright or black and white
Sometimes I wander through the house
Looking in the morning light
There is evidence that she was here
Once was here, now gone away
Oranges in a blue bowl
Only art remains
Silver jewellery, an ornate broach
Hangs unworn upon the wall
A plaster sculpture of a maid
Now broken in a fall
Two wax women
Tied together
With red ribbon
In a bowl of sand
Twigs bent round
Into a heart
Her hand touched these
She was here
Time has passed, the world has changed
But once she had them in her sight
These oranges in this blue bowl
Unfaded in the morning light
@kiffa Mar 2022
Very powerful. My own discomfort with loss is such that I think I'd have a very difficult time examining it in the way that you have bravely done here. "Her hand touched these/She was here" is simple and devastating.
@robynmackenzie Feb 2022
What a beautiful and touching tribute. I can really imagine her presence in this with such strong imagery.