Elegy for My Ex

So strange, unrehearsed, unimagined.

So many layers of memories buried,

yet not truly buried. Forever ingrained,

the good and the not-so-good.  A child

of the universe.  Who is not many-faceted?

Mourned by four children, his heart’s blood.

Roads not taken, never to be taken

in this lifetime.  Peace, bro.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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10 Responses to Elegy for My Ex

  1. Sallie Carpentier says:

    This is really nice Mom, thank you.

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  2. Loved the last line! Your sense of humour is delicious!

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  3. A great elegy and my condolence. A powerful poem.

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  4. I wrote one for mine too, Nan. Really a bittersweet experience. Yes, “…so many layers of memories buried.”

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