As I see the world around me, the sunshine isn't as bright; nor is the hope that sustains us...how sad is this plight! What has happened to us as a Human Race?
Roses: A gift while I am alive!! :-)
NO ONE REMEMBERS WHO I AM…
By:Linda Law
One who has lived a lifetime loving
Riding the ups and downs and curves
Youth and laughs, pains of growing
Many friends who have come and gone
Some through life’s turns, others in passing
Loss of contact, different directions traveled
Secret loves, and others for eternity
Children, with all the heartache as well as joy
One life that so many came to depend on
Forgotten as the years roll by
Imagine the numbers as they move along
No longer able to hold a job, or earn a way
The one who sheltered, fed and supplied needs
Forgotten as the years roll by
What happened to integrity and humility
When it comes to those who loved us
The streets are full of the lonely, many cold
Hungry, for food, for basic needs…for love
One who has lived a lifetime loving
No longer remembered, No longer important
Passing through the seasons, alone and empty
Sickness is a fear, as money is non existent
Hiding, pretending with smiles on their face
Pride is ingrained, from another generation
Where family, home, loyalty and conscience
Came with being born…came with being human
The days are running rampant, as their lives are not
Asking little, surviving with less than hope
We see them daily, hear the hope filled stories
Yet where are they for those other millions
The ones who are forgotten… by friends, by family
No longer remembered, No longer important
Life can fit a thimble when it comes to just one
There is no special holiday, there is no special any day
Counting is all that is left…and waiting for the time
When the heavens open up and angels escort the path
From the loneliness and black hole that life on earth
Has become.No phone rings, no card arrives,
No soft or loving words will ever reach this soul
Who loved and gave and now is so forgotten
One wonders how many will arrive or send a flower
When it no longer matters.. Where were you when?
Oh bless that day O’ Father, when they see your face
I pray sweet King, that the pain you will erase
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Amen, Linda. This is a good one to return to periodically. Of course we all experience this somewhat in our own lives continually, but I also have to add a particularly touching thing that has been happening to me as a writer. I've actually had residents of assisted living facilities hug me, or want to hold my hand if they are too disabled otherwise, and thank me for my short stories which they have said they find so uplifting. Now I realize this sounds like blowing my own horn, but I feel it goes far beyond that. These people are lonely, and, in some cases, only cared for physically too much of the time. I hate to use the cliche that I share their hope and their pain, but I do, and one only has to look at your beautiful write to know you do too...Jerry
Linda,
I know this story by heart, your words open the eyes of what is important, and some of us have actually lived through "NO ONE REMEMBERS WHO I AM"....Heart Wrenching Words of Reality...
Much Love & Healing Presence To Embrace You Den Sister
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Just want to thank you all for reading this poem.... I come often to read it too...as a reminder... I am very proud of this work... and glad that so many of you like it too.. it's just too real tho...wish it were different... :-)) hugs, lindalaw
There is a loneliness to that feeling when one is leftto wonder of a life...of a world...where compassion is gone and nothing is left but to realize there is a better place...and let us pray and hope we all arrive upon that destination...called home...
And when we arrive He will be there ....waiting for us to join Him in His Heavenly Kingdom....
No longer productive, no longer fit to run the race, no longer a provider and then sadly no longer necessary, this is how people judge people. GOD HELP OUR SORRY SOULS! HUGS! SC
Sensitive and empathetic and conscience-awakening. You are so right. There are so many people who might as well be invisible.
Being shunned is the worst imaginable punishment, and many people have lived their whole lives being shunned. Others can remember a time when they were treated with love and respect. It must hurt so bad to know they have fallen off the radar. Of all times, the holiday season should be one when we l o o k and l i s t e n and
s h o w that we c a r e. Thank you for this very effective reminder!!
Peace and Love for all, for all time, Phyllis
I live here in this apt place and there are people like you put here and have noone who cares no more. It is sad, they are not happy an are lost and I don't even think they have the Lord in their hearts even. Prayers are needed for so many out there you describe but the Good Lord loves each and every one and will see to their needs.
This poem is full of sorrow and cold facts...often we don't want to look those realities in the face because we fear them. Thanks for another reminder of the realities of life.
Cryssa
This is a very close look at life today. Much has
been covered in this write, the diminishing of
values such as humility, and integrity. You said
it all Linda. Thank you for sharing this powerful
poem!!!
Excellent poem Linda. Parts of it can apply to any of us struggling to survive and trying to make sense of this mess of a world we've created. I'd love to have you as a member of my website. You won't get as many reviews as you do here but you'll get some and I think you'll find the site a very warm and friendly second home. There's a link to it on my pages as well as on the pages of some of your fellow AD members who are also members of The Writing Forum. I look forward to hearing from you.
Powerful write Linda
At times I feel I am in that dark corridor
lost forgotten by family and friend
nowhere to go to but forward
Hoping at the end
The Good Lord will understand
Love & peace be with you
Merry Christmas
One who has actually been there can only perceive the misery you describe. How easy it is to forget that we are all human beings. Your poem really touched my heart. Peace, Love, Blessings & Friendship Always, Paul.
Powerful, heart-wrenching write, reminds me so much of one of my poems "Emiliene" in my book Lemonade Street. I will never forget that woman, solitary and abandoned....God bless you
A deep and poignant write that may find a number of people wondering the same thing or having experienced it. I hope in this merry-go-round of life it does not come back to haunt them.
Life certainly is an emotional roller-coaster..we should always remember to never forget...your words give me much to ponder...the roses are a reminder to celebrate life.
Christine
This is so very sad, Linda. Finally, the last 2 lines promise comfort and peace.
There are people in each one's life that would be grateful for some attention. Who is it in my life? It doesn't take a whole lot of time to reach out a little and care about a lonely person.
Connie
I felt this one as well, and it is also the reason I do not believe in the standard funerals with wakes that most people have. When I go I do not want a bunch of people who haven't even seen me in twenty years let alone spoken to me hanging around my dead body bullshitting about how much I'll be missed. Cremate me and the ones that really knew me to the end can have a drink over my memory.
fee
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Reviewed on December 10, 2008
My love of reading came from my elders...and anybody else's who would tell me a story. I am not around many elderly now...so I have to read as there are few to tell me stories now that I have grown. At work, I do come across a few elders and they tell me short stories of their life. I guess if a person is not contributing to the world...there contributions of their youth is forgotten. Linda you are always thinking and caring of others. You will be remembered by many as the wonderful author, poet, speak your mind woman...and many other things. Anyway, thanks once again for bringing to light the needed friendship to the elderly...and any alone person.
CarolHawks
Oh Sweetie this is so beautiful yet so sad. I hope this isn't how your are feeling because everyone does remember. You are to important and beautiful to forget. We all love you and your name brings a smile to my lips everytime I see it because I know you are there somewhere. Love and hugs, Bonnie
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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This is a beautiful poem, one that touched my heart deeply, heart wrenching, but beautiful at the same time
In Christs Love
Michelle~
I know this story by heart, your words open the eyes of what is important, and some of us have actually lived through "NO ONE REMEMBERS WHO I AM"....Heart Wrenching Words of Reality...
Much Love & Healing Presence To Embrace You Den Sister
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
And when we arrive He will be there ....waiting for us to join Him in His Heavenly Kingdom....
nice work Linda...
art sun...
God hears all of His flock.
Some just have to open the door,
...others just have to knock.
Blessings,
John Michael Domino
Regis
Being shunned is the worst imaginable punishment, and many people have lived their whole lives being shunned. Others can remember a time when they were treated with love and respect. It must hurt so bad to know they have fallen off the radar. Of all times, the holiday season should be one when we l o o k and l i s t e n and
s h o w that we c a r e. Thank you for this very effective reminder!!
Peace and Love for all, for all time, Phyllis
Cryssa
been covered in this write, the diminishing of
values such as humility, and integrity. You said
it all Linda. Thank you for sharing this powerful
poem!!!
Harold M. Nash
Harold M. Nash
At times I feel I am in that dark corridor
lost forgotten by family and friend
nowhere to go to but forward
Hoping at the end
The Good Lord will understand
Love & peace be with you
Merry Christmas
William
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Edwin
One who has actually been there can only perceive the misery you describe. How easy it is to forget that we are all human beings. Your poem really touched my heart. Peace, Love, Blessings & Friendship Always, Paul.
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Eileen
Christine
There are people in each one's life that would be grateful for some attention. Who is it in my life? It doesn't take a whole lot of time to reach out a little and care about a lonely person.
Connie
fee
CarolHawks