Memory – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sometimes I look for you
but mostly you come to mind,
a memory curled in my heart,
a felt sense of presence
often my own face as
I awaken in the morning mirror,
moments of humour,
anger and sorrow,
holding my four year old hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, love, poem, relationship

40 responses to “Memory – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Oh! this made me tear up!

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  2. Very touching, Paul. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Ennle Madresan

    This one is full of raw emotion written in understatement, which you do well.

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  4. All sad above, my father is gone nearly as long
    … understated raw emotion is a good way to describe your poems!

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  5. Such a sweet longing! Beautifully expressed, Paul.

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  6. Did my father hold my hand?
    The only thing I can remember is a walk through the nearby forest some 20 years ago. He had never asked me to join him on such a walk.

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  7. Such emotion!
    Have a memorable ANZAC Day.

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  8. Wonderful poem. Your concept of memory is fresh. It goes with us everywhere for good and bad. Shadows at least need light.

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  10. Growing up fatherless.A common phenomena for black girls like me.But this definitely flicked my soul. But ohh well…

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  11. lync56

    Very moving


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