How do I remember you today?
Faded ribbons holding memories
Twirling the colors between my fingers
Indigo as the night you first touched me just so
Scarlet as the blood pulsing through my veins
When I went from being your woman to being your wife
Perhaps the white as the fresh made snowball in sunlight
That I waited until I was inside the house to throw
Faded ribbons holding memories
Maybe the orange of the summer tiger lilies
You didn’t think could I grow in our yard
Oh, the lush green for the fresh-cut lawn
I had to teach you how to mow
Twirling the colors between my fingers
Perhaps the rich deep brown of steak
Well done as you loved, but I abhorred
Then there’s the aqua as crystal clear
As the waters of our Caribbean cruises
Or the slate of the morn I became your widow
Twirling the colors between my fingers
Faded ribbons holding memories
How do I remember you today?
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dVerse Poets Pub : Meeting The Bar: Memento
This week Grace has us Meeting the Bar via mementos. Either as the poetry form itself or in a free style poetry with a theme of memento, using symbolism as a poetic device.
Raivenne-lations 
II love your beautiful nostalgic poem of a wonderful set of memories in your life.
Thank you.
Youa are welome.
Beautiful reflection. I very much admire your use of colors to describe specific stages of your relationship. Poignant and evocative ❤️
Thank you, M Jay.
This is such a colourful bouquet of memories, until that devastating ending.
Thank you, Jane.
What a poignant poem, and such a great use of the colored ribbons to describe the various stages of your life together. ❤️
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
May all of these colors shine over that slate.
Eventually they did. Thank you, Ken.
This is beautifully written though the ending is sad. Those faded ribbons indeed hold a lot of memories.
That they do, Grace. Thank you.
This is truly beautiful, and how much can be caught in those colors… how great and then how sad.
I grew up with some of the writings of one of the great authors of Sweden, August Strindberg, and this short story is one I will always remember. http://etthalvtarkpapper.se/category/lasa/engelska-lasa/
This is heartachingly beautiful writing! Those faded ribbons speak volumes!