When The Living Haunt The Dead Poem by Ted Sheridan
When The Living Haunt The Dead
Sometimes the living will haunt you
Much like the dead
Entering your tranquil mind
Just when you believe all memory erased
Rattling your brains
Until you’ve acknowledged they exist
Or they render you practically insane
Taunting you with their retractable loving words…
Our little girl, now grown up, pronounced herself dead to me
But I can picture her sitting there
In that tiny white chair with her brown Teddy Bear
And the pink bow tied in her hair
Smiling with the lips of a perfect little angel
And me waving her puppet toy
As the photographer snapped the picture
The picture that still brings tears to her mother’s eyes
Every time we enter our empty house and see it hanging on the wall...
A masterpiece, so much passion and subtlety! Thanks for sharing sir, top marks.
So beautiful yet so sad....They grow away from us but more often than not return, than they grow up and are physically gone for good. Parents have many a picture that brings tears to their eyes. You are remarkably talented Ted and I hope you know that........marci.xo
The picture that still brings tears to her mother’s eyes Every time we enter our empty house and see it hanging on the wall pictorial poetry at its best ted.. worth in gold..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:04:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh Ted. Haunting indeed. But sort of exquisititely beautiful with it. t x