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When The Light Went Out

 

 

The light went out of my life that day.

It was swallowed whole, trapped in a cave.

Though I try in vain to bring it back,

It alludes me now, gone to black.

 

 

And I feel somedays like the walking dead.

Nowhere am I going, nowhere have I tread.

And the sorrow that replaced those brilliant rays,

Has crushed me heavy under the weight.

 

 

Can it ever be regained?

Will I see the light of day?

Can I feel the warmth again deep inside?

Will I ever stop the tears, the cries?

Can this burden be released?

Will the darkness ever cease?

 

 

Perhaps one day as I sit in this cold,

In this place where I try to grab hold.

Of what was once my life and light,

Though I am shattered, even in my strife.

 

 

I sometimes will remember the golden days once more,

When the light glowed warm from deep in my core.

Yes, I will cling to those memories I knew.

Before I lost the light, before I lost you.

 

 

© Donna Donabella 2015

 

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As my father’s birthday approaches each year, I am drawn back to those special times, and special memories.  I lost my father in 1998, and sometimes there are only those days where all I have is much sadness.  This poem is reflective of one of those sad times I have had recently.  Next Sunday, I will post a poem that speaks of the happy memories.

 

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.  Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.

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I am also linking in with the I Heart Macro meme hosted by Laura@Shine The Divine that happens every Saturday, and with Judith@Lavender Cottage who is hosting Mosaic Monday.  

 

 

If you enjoy reading this blog, I welcome you to share it with others. I enjoy spreading the blog love, and I appreciate all who come and read my blogs. 

 

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Special Note:  The lilacs from my garden represent memory as this are all I have now of my father, and many days they just do not sustain me.

 

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I leave you with a few words about memories and loss.

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All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2015.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

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80 Comments

  1. March 22, 2015    

    It’s beautiful. To have been loved so deeply by a daughter…he must have been a wonderful person and the kind of father that many of us wish we’d had 🙂

    • March 23, 2015    

      He was an amazing father and man…that gentle soul that everyone loves that leaves us all too soon. But I am enormously lucky to have had him in my life. Thanks Deb.

  2. March 22, 2015    

    Oh, Donna, this is very heartfelt. I do believe that if one light goes out there is another light that will eventually turn on. Meanwhile remember the old, but we always have to be ready to welcome the new!

    • March 23, 2015    

      Absolutely Mary….he taught me that too and I think the light that shines from within me was because of his wonderful light in my life….thanks for your wonderful words.

  3. March 22, 2015    

    it is brave and healthy to acknowledge those moments of darkness..hard though they maybe they help us define what is both light and dark…

    • March 23, 2015    

      I so agree and have learned to embrace the darkness too Jae Rose. It has helped me move past it into the light more.

  4. March 22, 2015    

    I think we definitely need those time of darkness to reflect, and if nothing else appreciate the light we have.. I can totally understand how a memorial can work here..

    • March 23, 2015    

      Thanks Bjorn…I wrote the poem to be reflective of any loss, but mostly inspired by my father’s loss..

  5. March 22, 2015    

    Very moving tribute Donna – grief is eternal but outside the cave it is light and getting warmer. I see you chose Syringa to illustrate these words – the harbinger of Spring.

    • March 23, 2015    

      Yes Laura….Syringa are such a powerful flower to the senses…and keeps me moving toward the light of spring.

  6. March 22, 2015    

    irreparable loss…still the fond memories are like that light shining on us…a beautiful and heartfelt tribute Donna…

    • March 23, 2015    

      Thank you…it is such a huge loss but the memories bring me so much happiness.

  7. March 22, 2015    

    Donna, my heart goes out to you. Such a huge loss and yes, you must miss him dreadfully. Lovely to have such special golden memories though. I hope they bring you comfort.

  8. March 22, 2015    

    Your poem is beautiful and speaks of your loss and love of your father. Thanks for visiting my blog. Have a blessed week. Pam

    • March 23, 2015    

      And thank you Pam….I am glad you liked the poem and I enjoyed visiting your blog….I wish you a wonderful week!

  9. March 22, 2015    

    Oh Donna… your imagery is so beautiful! I m really inspired!
    xoxo

  10. March 22, 2015    

    Oh Donna.
    Those dark days, and dark places in our minds and heart feel interminable don’t they?
    I am so glad as I read on to hear that the light does manage to get through.
    Hugs.

    • March 23, 2015    

      Thanks Soosie…the light is there more than the darkness now. I think with our interminable cold here it was keeping me in the dark….

  11. March 22, 2015    

    Oh Donna, I can really feel your heart as I read your words. Memories keep our loved ones alive. I know the light will be touching your heart once again. Blessings to you.

    • March 23, 2015    

      I think those are the poems that mean the most to us when they reach down and grab our hearts. His light helps to keep my light going every day! Thanks so much Torie.

  12. March 22, 2015    

    Such beautiful words. I have been working on my Grandad’s research today and so surrounded by his spirit – your words really uplifted me. Take care x

  13. March 22, 2015    

    I pray that happy memories and love will stay with you ~ A lovely and touching tribute, thank you ~

    • March 23, 2015    

      Your words have touched my heart deeply Grace…much gratitude I am sending to you!

  14. Tatius Tatius
    March 22, 2015    

    Very heartfelt words Donna which some of us can identify with, it is hard when that light shines no more. We still have the memories which is the good in all that has passed.

  15. ZQ ZQ
    March 22, 2015    

    Wonderful…with great respect and art.

  16. Peggy Peggy
    March 22, 2015    

    What a wonderful tribute to your father. How lucky you both are to have had each other. Thank you for visiting my blog as well.

    • March 23, 2015    

      Oh thank you so much Peggy…we were very lucky to have been so inspiring in each others lives.

  17. March 22, 2015    

    Donna, a beautiful outpouring of affection for your beloved father, eternally close to your heart, ever present in your soul.

    Some days are definitely harder than others; wishing you light and peace.

    Poppy

    • March 23, 2015    

      Oh Poppy you have brought me much gladness and light….he is in my soul and his influence is so important to my life. I was so extremely lucky to have had him so close. Wishing you a joyous week.

  18. March 22, 2015    

    he is guiding you everyday of your life. even in the smallest light you see, he is there. wonderful tribute

    • March 23, 2015    

      You have given me such a lovely light here in your words totomai…thank you!

  19. March 22, 2015    

    I too miss my Father. I try not to feel sad that he is no longer with me but rather focus on the happy times we shared together. Precious times which I am so grateful for 🙂 Memories of those precious times provide me with warmth 🙂

    • March 23, 2015    

      I agree Cherie…I do try to focus on those more these days now. Your lovely thoughts give me such light and warmth too….Thank you.

  20. March 22, 2015    

    I loved my father as well. He passed away almost forty years ago, but I still have those moments of remembering. Thank you for this one,

    Elizabeth

    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/03/22/the-other-i-am/

    • March 23, 2015    

      You do know the loss Elizabeth and the light….I am happy that this spoke to you! Thank you.

  21. March 22, 2015    

    I am deeply moved by your poem Donna… I am grateful my parents are still here , but as they age I know there will be a hole in my heart too. Thank you for sharing your lovely flowers with I Heart Macro.

  22. March 22, 2015    

    Beautiful poem. I do understand-my mother died 14 years ago and there are times it still hurts. Lilacs are one of my favorite flowers.

    • March 23, 2015    

      I find if I let in the dark, the light shines more Abrianna….I am glad for the lilacs too as they remind us of the sweet memories.

  23. March 23, 2015    

    Sensitive words, sensitive poem and tribute… beautiful flowers of lilacs!! A joy spread through them… Have a lovely week of Spring!

    • March 23, 2015    

      Absolutely wonderful words of praise you have given me Alexa…thank you!

  24. March 23, 2015    

    Beautiful lilac……..something to look forward to………Happy Monday!

    • March 23, 2015    

      It is something to look forward to in spring Ruby! Have a wonderful week!

  25. bj bj
    March 23, 2015    

    Lovely poem.

  26. March 23, 2015    

    What a touching poem. You must have been very close to your father which was a blessing. And memories sometimes don’t seem enough but will sustain you and bring you warmth & light. I’m sorry for your loss and big hug to you, Donna.

    • March 23, 2015    

      I was very close to him Loredana….he devoted his life to his family and his love knew no bounds….I was indeed lucky to have had him and I cherish those memories of him and our time together….big hugs back to you my friend!

  27. March 23, 2015    

    Beautiful poem dedicated to a loving father.

  28. Kerry O'Connor Kerry O'Connor
    March 23, 2015    

    What a beautiful picture of spring flowers to offset the heartache of the poem.

  29. Pat Pat
    March 23, 2015    

    Such a touching, heartfelt tribute to the memory of your father.

  30. Judith @ Lavender Cottage Judith @ Lavender Cottage
    March 23, 2015    

    A moving poem Donna.
    Thanks for sharing it at Mosaic Monday.

    • March 23, 2015    

      I appreciate folks reading it and giving such warm feedback Judith!

  31. March 23, 2015    

    It’s hard not to be sad, though I know your Dad would not want you to be. But, next week you celebrate his life. That will be wonderful.

    • March 23, 2015    

      Exactly Myrna….I find I connect with my happiness when I don’t deny the dark times….so I allow myself to be sad sometimes….but it is the joys of my memories of my dad that sustain me. Thanks so much fro stopping by Myrna.

  32. March 23, 2015    

    well the best thing to do is to let the golden days be wonderful memories and go on in search of new gold !

    • March 23, 2015    

      Yes the memories are wonderful but we go on and find many more to bring us light….

  33. March 23, 2015    

    Donna,

    A pefectly composed tribute to your father..Loved abounds from each line you have written…

    Eileen

    • March 23, 2015    

      Oh many big hugs and much gratitude for your lovely words Eileen!

  34. March 23, 2015    

    The sadness you expressed here is palpable, Donna. Your father doesn’t want his dear daughter to be sad, so cheer up… he’s very proud of you. Smiles.

    • March 23, 2015    

      You are very wise and correct…he never wanted us to be sad when he knew he was sick…..I do allow the sadness in sometimes as it helps me see the light more…next week I have a joyful post about him….he was always proud of his children….thanks Kelvin!

  35. March 23, 2015    

    Ohhhhh and I struggle to connect with my Father….. I envy your relationship and am sorry he was gone so early…

    • March 23, 2015    

      When I wrote the poem it almost spoke about any loss…parent, sibling, child, husband, wife or lover….which is why I explained the inspiration behind it. While I was close to my mom as a child, I struggle with her now and especially since the loss of my dad….family relationships are so complex.

  36. March 24, 2015    

    This poem hits you straight to the core. I know your darkness but I also find a connection to my loved ones no longer with us, when I see a light beam behind a cloud, or a ray of sunlight on my desk… I love that connection. I find it comforting. Powerful poem, looking forward to the upbeat one though!
    Wren x

    • March 24, 2015    

      That’s what my husband said too Wren….and I cannot explore the darkness without opening to the light. I love finding those sunbeams that shine majestically through the clouds…I do feel there is a spiritual connection when I see them and love that you think of your loved ones no longer with you when you see those rays….perfect. And although this sadder poem helped me purge the sadness, the upbeat poem secured my joy and helped me celebrate my dad’s life. I hope you like it. Have a great week.

  37. CC CC
    March 24, 2015    

    This resonates loudly and profoundly. You have struck a universal chord.

  38. March 24, 2015    

    The same year my dad passed. I try to look for the light and warmth, what I choose to remember him by.

    • March 25, 2015    

      I agree it is the best way to help cope with the loss. When I do feel sad, I try to go to the wonderful memories. Writing helps me also deal with the sad times.

  39. G L Meisner G L Meisner
    March 25, 2015    

    My heart hurts while reading this. Great poem.

    • March 25, 2015    

      My husband was in tears after reading it too. I did not warn him and it broke his heart he said. Thanks for your wonderful words.

  40. March 25, 2015    

    This is very moving Donna and you write beautifully. Your father was obviously a wonderful man, being able to write about your grief and memories is gift you embrace and your poem will offer comfort to many other folk I am sure.

    • March 25, 2015    

      Oh Julie hugs to you for these wonderful words….I do hope that this poem does touch others and helps them through a loss…

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