Poem: Alex

Hold on to your memories

Keep alive your love

Hold his hand

It wraps yours like a glove

Those special moments

Are yours to keep

Picture his face

While you fall asleep

In your dreams he does live

You can walk with him still

His words they will linger

As you climb up that hill

In your flesh he remains

Nowhere has he died

He lives on forever

And he stands by your side


Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

8 thoughts on “Poem: Alex”

  1. I lost my dad five years ago and still miss him dearly. But he still lives on in my memories and dreams and in the flesh of my sisters and me and his 10 grandchildren. Early this morning I learned that a good friend’s father died suddenly this weekend. This poem is reaching out to him.

    1. Hi Laura
      My ongoing book, for which I am seeking a publisher is my children’s novel Nathan Sunnybank and Joe Greenside. I am also working up a possible autobiographical book as series of short stories. But I don’t think my poems are worthy of publishing… they are just flows of words and emotions… a sort of stream of conciousness type thing.
      best as always

      1. Not worth publishing? Deary me – if every poet said that (me included) we’d have a very sad an empty poetry section on the library shelf. I thought it was lovely – you should definitely consider a book of poems ❤ 🙂 ❤

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