Half-empty picture frames

Half empty picture frames short poem

I miss you in the vacuum that was once you.

In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon.

In the dinner table, with an empty seat.

In family photographs, now incomplete.

In my husband-to-be,

In the grandchildren you did not see.

In the deficits of love, half-filled.

In success, made hollow in your absence.

In mammas who aren’t papas.

In fathers and daughters strolling hand-in-hand.

Daddy dearest, my dirty old man,

Always with me, and yet still not here…

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Easy words, a not so easy subject and yet you handle it so beautifully@Christina. One feels for your loss and yet has a sense of wholesome warmth in the sense of cherished memories that you convey through your poem. Touching & Commendable!

Lolo Pookie
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Beautiful.

Reagan Latumbo
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A poem that was written in a simple way! Very nice!

Kasturi
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I could relate to it so much. Lovely!

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