May is a lovely month, with lilacs and hawthorn in bloom, and buttercups and other wild flowers blooming in abundance. But for me, it is a lonely month. Three of my immediate family are gone, father, mother and sister. I rarely remember the anniversaries of their deaths, but as two of their birthdays were in May, I think of them every day and try to have a quiet time to think and remember. This poem is for my father, the first to go.
I live in Dublin in Ireland and raised a family here. I'm retired now, from work, and from parenting, although grandchildren are huge in my life. There are many beautiful river walks right beside where I live, which is reflected in the poetry and haikus that I write. I also take a lot of photographs on my phone. I'm not a photographer at all but I love to capture trees and plants in various weathers. In 2020 I published a collection of interlinked short stories - "We All Die in the End" which is available from Amazon in paperback and on kindle. The reviews on Amazon and Goodreads are very good, which is encouraging. Earlier this year I published a collection of poetry, "Minus One", which, more or less, charts my life from childhood through to old age. It is also available from Amazon in both formats. And finally, two children's books, "Felix Finds Out", and "Ghosts in Trouble" have just been uploaded to Amazon in both formats as well. Suitable for children 8-11.
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Sorry for your losses, Elizabeth! Sometimes it’s hard to see all the nature in bloom and know that our dear ones are no longer here with us to see it all.
It’s a part of life, isn’t it, one we all have to live with, and deal with. Sometimes it makes me angry; I want to know where my missing souls have gone.
I’m sorry to hear of your losses, Elizabeth. I’m the last person left of my immediate family. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. Your poem depicts that bereavement so very efffectively.
Sorry for your losses, Elizabeth! Sometimes it’s hard to see all the nature in bloom and know that our dear ones are no longer here with us to see it all.
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It’s a part of life, isn’t it, one we all have to live with, and deal with. Sometimes it makes me angry; I want to know where my missing souls have gone.
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Beautiful and touching 🤗
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Prayers for ur loved ones, Elizabeth. Sorry for ur loss, but life😒
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Thank you. May is my month for recognizing it.
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So melancholy, Elizabeth. Even the weather morns. I’m sorry to hear of your losses. ❤
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Thanks, Diana. It hits all of us, and draws us together too.
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I’m sorry for your losses, Elizabeth. My grandma’s birthday was May 4th- I miss her every day ❤
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Thank you, Jacquie.
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I’m sorry to hear of your losses, Elizabeth. I’m the last person left of my immediate family. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. Your poem depicts that bereavement so very efffectively.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Elizabeth.
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