Goodbye, we say again, goodbye,
Beneath a sad and sullen sky.
A year has passed
Since you drew breath;
Surrendered to untimely death.
My judgment, for I miss you so ~
I was not ready to let you go.
Still, life goes on as well it must,
So I release your dust to dust.
Your spirit soars while tears I cry
Beneath a sad and sullen sky.
~*~
©Dorothy E. Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2018 … Aimwell CreativeWorks
There are no words,
What can I say
About that cold
November day?
*
Here one minute,
Then you’re gone.
I didn’t know how
I would carry on.
*
We’d chased the wind
We’d jumped the moon.
Our journey ended
Far too soon.
Bear, I lost you, Bear.
Bear, sweet Bear.
We didn’t get
To say goodbye,
And now all I can
Do is cry.
*
You changed my life;
You healed my heart;
Then our sweet world
Was torn apart.
You are no longer here, my Bear
And yet, I sense you’re everywhere.
Bear, I love you, Bear.
Bear, I miss you, Bear.
(Lyrics from the song “No Last Goodbye” by Dorothy E. Chiotti)
~*~
Every once in a while someone comes into our lives and shakes us up in all the right ways. My horse, Shakespeare, affectionately known as “Bear,” was one of those someones. Over almost 12 years together he did indeed change my life and heal my heart. He was a great teacher, a great friend and a beautiful soul. He made me look at the broken parts of my life and piece them back together again. For that I will always be grateful.
This week marks a year since Bear died from torsion colic, and it’s time for closure. All the firsts are behind us. Time to scatter his ashes to the wind from whence he came and allow my life to move forward.
The words of the poem were written for the loss of this dear friend, however I’m aware of the universal nature of the sentiments expressed. “Here one minute, then you’re gone …” who hasn’t known the feeling of sudden and inexplicable loss.
I dedicate this to all who have lost a sweet loved one and didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.
Thanks for visiting …
Dorothy
~*~
©Dorothy E. Chiotti … All rights Reserved 2018 … Aimwell CreativeWorks
It is that time, once again, when our thoughts turn to the great sacrifices, whether through loss of life or limb or sanity, of those who fought in wars to protect our freedoms. I’m re-posting this from last year because my grandmother’s voice, as she talks about the loss of her brother, Archie, during WWII needs to be heard.
Hers is just one voice.
Lest we forget.
Thanks for visiting …
Dorothy
©Dorothy E. Chiotti … All Rights Reserved 2018 … Aimwell CreativeWorks
When I was a little girl, I loved to hear the family stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta in the 1920s. A family of nine stepping into the unknown to start anew under some of the most undesirable conditions possible. The longest, bitterest winters. The angriest mosquitoes. The biggest, immovable field stones. What a shock to the system! I’ve heard lately that if they’d had the money they would have returned to the old country after just a year of these, and other, challenges. Their life was just that hard.
Still, Granny was proud to tell of their sacrifices, incumbent hardships and the ultimate satisfaction of taming a hostile environment that provided a foundation for future generations to grow and prosper. She was also proud to call…
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