The Last Gift
This ordinary piece of paper
Which conceals all…
Those unheard words, whimsical wishes
Eternal entreaties, abiding aspirations
A dazzling display of words
May seem insignificant to you.
This letter – the last attempt to persuade you,
To remind you
Of the moments etched on our hearts,
Of the hours that walked with us,
Of the words that ignited us,
You know them so well.
This treasure, signed with the same love
That we lost in the maelstrom of life
Please consider it as my last gift,
A gentle flame that still flickers
Despite the death
That’s knocking at my door.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration to respond to #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 335.
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To me, leaving behind your own words is the greatest gift of all. I loved this.
Thank you Violet. I am glad you understand and love the significance of words. 🤗
this has me in tears
Oh, no! It’s just a poem, Annette. Thank you for reading a depressing poem, it just drifted that way unintentionally.
This is so beautiful and heartfelt Balroop. A gift that’s priceless. Thanks for joining in.
Thanks for the inspiration; to give a kick to my muse, Sadje. It has been drifting into deep slumber!
So moving, so beautiful….❤️
Thank you, Punam.
This is beautiful, Balroop. ❤️
I am delighted to hear that, Colleen. Thank you.
A most moving and profound piece Balroop 🧡