The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
remote, misty, scrape, slippery, candles, fresh, dust, magic, minor, strum, string, follow
Written with love for my daughter, Lydia.
Allegro non troppo.
We are stringed instruments
That the god of fortune strums.
The double helix sets the tune
Life then sets the harmony and drums.
The past can be slippery, obscure,
Misty, distant and remote,
But scrape off the years of dust
You will find it fresh beneath that coat.
The helix leaves a clear tune to follow,
The past is gone, so best move on.
The helix twists, a thing of magic.
No minor chords in its sweet song.
So many candles have gone unseen
Birthdays, first and in between, are stacked
So many thoughts of what might have been.
Now is the time for the second act.
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For the record, up until 4pm last Wednesday I didn't know I had a daughter.
ReplyDeleteI am so pleased that your discovery has already brought you so much joy and happiness. May the second act be a joyous stunning one.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing discovery. I hope that Act Two is a stunner - for you both.
ReplyDeleteDoes she know that she owes you 50 breakfasts in bed?
ReplyDeleteYeah we are going to have to work on that!
DeleteWish you a wonderful second act... !!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely, positive poem, with your usual skill. Much joy to you both!
ReplyDeleteYour work is more than a poem. It’s a recognition of the time you’ve lost together, a powerful declaration of your unconditional love, and, above all, a beautiful celebration of the bond you’ve found. It’s a gesture of healing, a step toward reconciliation, and a reminder of the deep, timeless beauty of human connection. Allegro non troppo isn’t just a gift to Lydia - it’s a message for all of us to cherish the relationships that truly shape our lives and to always believe in the possibility of a “second act.” This is a poem that stays with you, lingering in your heart with its emotional depth and a love that will never fade, no matter how much time passes.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, thoughtful comment, thank you.
DeleteAbsolutely!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem for an unusual situation to be in. I can't imagine what you are feeling.
ReplyDeleteSwinging Sixties chicks' chickens are still coming home to roost...
ReplyDeleteSome earlier. A family friend was about eighty years old when a stranger knocked on his door and said, "I'm the son you had with (whatever her name was) in the War." So, being a Virginia gentleman, he invited the visitor to come in and sit down, and his wife served tea, and they shared stories and photos until the visitor had to go back to catch a plane.
Sounds as if you've had a similar experience. Mind-boggling.
PK
Similar, although I found Lydia via Ancestry..com and contacted her. Live close enough to catch up without plane trips.
DeleteNot all things are lost in life, the second chance will do with the second act, all the best. And I must tell you your poem touched somewhere deep in me , very poignant
ReplyDeleteSo many layers to this !!
ReplyDeleteThis is so exciting. Love the writing.
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