It was not so long ago that I posted this poem, but I wish to revisit it because it represents something special.
Loss of a loved one can be sorely devastating, and it may take years to come to terms with it. Someone once told me that the pain of a loss doesn't diminish, but rather someone develops the strength and endurance to bear it. Jewelery can sometimes seem to possess a part of a loved one; a little piece of their soul. The wedding band, engagement ring, family heirloom; these hold such significance to our lives in relation to those who have gone before us.
The events in this poem are based on truth, something that happened. It tells of the journey of two loved ones who experience an incredible bond, as the life of one of them nears the end. The other has to muster all the courage they can to watch the one they love pass on. It is true some bonds can never be broken, their substance undiluted even unto death.
Gems of Memory
upon six gems we struck a covenant,
to be as one among the chaos of our youth
to bond our hearts of jade and azure,
to an unlikely perfect graft
a mystic of sentiment you were
a chestful of gold-lings and shinies
the sparkle at the summit of passion found
the gentle whisper of a diamond brook
but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction
a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity
and as you slowly splintered,
I motioned you make house with me
you slowly lost your luster
and I shuddered in silence
as deep down I knew,
the Gem Maker was calling you home
at the failing of shines,
we made our vows
the imprint of our eternal memory,
and the band of six jewels a testament to our union
you were broken and I could not mend you
and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us
but I could not fix your center
and you gave up your last light in mine hands
Originally posted on September 9th, 2009
by Antony Kamau.
The band still exists somewhere, I know it. Such an incredible story it would tell, so would the one who wore it for a while, until they let it go so as to move on to another incredible story.
I feel her nudge, urging me on,
the guilt I feel I know is unreasonable
the itch on my finger will not go away
'courage!' she whispers in my ear
my heart glows warm with comfort abundant
I gather courage and go to the girl
my strength fails me halfway
and I steady myself, gasping for breath
'patience' she whispers gently
'don't leave!' I whisper back,
turning to catch a glimpse of her just once more
but then there is only silence and eternal loneliness
image created by Antony Kamau
Loss of a loved one can be sorely devastating, and it may take years to come to terms with it. Someone once told me that the pain of a loss doesn't diminish, but rather someone develops the strength and endurance to bear it. Jewelery can sometimes seem to possess a part of a loved one; a little piece of their soul. The wedding band, engagement ring, family heirloom; these hold such significance to our lives in relation to those who have gone before us.
The events in this poem are based on truth, something that happened. It tells of the journey of two loved ones who experience an incredible bond, as the life of one of them nears the end. The other has to muster all the courage they can to watch the one they love pass on. It is true some bonds can never be broken, their substance undiluted even unto death.
Gems of Memory
upon six gems we struck a covenant,
to be as one among the chaos of our youth
to bond our hearts of jade and azure,
to an unlikely perfect graft
a mystic of sentiment you were
a chestful of gold-lings and shinies
the sparkle at the summit of passion found
the gentle whisper of a diamond brook
but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction
a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity
and as you slowly splintered,
I motioned you make house with me
you slowly lost your luster
and I shuddered in silence
as deep down I knew,
the Gem Maker was calling you home
at the failing of shines,
we made our vows
the imprint of our eternal memory,
and the band of six jewels a testament to our union
you were broken and I could not mend you
and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us
but I could not fix your center
and you gave up your last light in mine hands
Originally posted on September 9th, 2009
by Antony Kamau.
The band still exists somewhere, I know it. Such an incredible story it would tell, so would the one who wore it for a while, until they let it go so as to move on to another incredible story.
I feel her nudge, urging me on,
the guilt I feel I know is unreasonable
the itch on my finger will not go away
'courage!' she whispers in my ear
my heart glows warm with comfort abundant
I gather courage and go to the girl
my strength fails me halfway
and I steady myself, gasping for breath
'patience' she whispers gently
'don't leave!' I whisper back,
turning to catch a glimpse of her just once more
but then there is only silence and eternal loneliness
image created by Antony Kamau
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