Ghosts of Parents Passed

Posted on November 2, 2020 by 
Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Writers' Pantry #44:  Of Death and Ghosts in Books


I have yet to be
visited by Mom's 
other-worldly presence.
Dad has dropped in,
silent, hint of 
a smile.  He does 
not speak, but I see
and feel his presence.
In my head is a question.
Is it because I got along
better with Dad?  If you
are listening Mom,
I would love to see 
your face.  What might
I say to you?  Maybe
looking into those
green eyes would be
enough.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to Ghosts of Parents Passed

  1. larry trasciatti says:
    November 2, 2020 at 2:30 am

    My mother died in November of ’13, and my father in November ’13, so this is really good for me.

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  2. larry trasciatti says:
    November 2, 2020 at 2:30 am

    My mother in September of ’13

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  3. Rall says:
    November 2, 2020 at 3:17 am

    Those you really loved best visit in your thoughts…not necessarily in a physical presence but an overwhelming presence nevertheless. They comfort you and get you through bad times …so you are never really alone.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    November 2, 2020 at 11:21 am

    Beautiful writing! And very poignant ending.

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:
    November 2, 2020 at 4:12 pm

    This touches my heartstrings. I might have written it myself. I sympathize, I’d like to visiit with my other again before Alzheimer’s took her away, and clouded my memory of her in the good times..

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  6. Helen Dehner says:
    November 2, 2020 at 7:27 pm

    A wonderful collection of thoughts, words. Mother come to me often which I love, my father less often as he passed away when I was sixteen. His visits are bittersweet and involve me asking where he has been and why he left us. Enjoy your day …..

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  7. magicalmysticalteacher says:
    November 4, 2020 at 12:07 am

    Oh, welcome those other-worldly visits, no matter how infrequent. They are precious.

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