Of Memories to Come by Harthad
You, my dear,
I will never see you grow.
Or laugh,
Or delight in life’s wonders.
I will never again play with you,
take your tiny hands in my own,
or see your radiant smile.
For I will depart,
leave this world,
and take nothing but the
memories to come
with me.
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That’s really quite good. It makes me think of my mom, who is no longer here with us. In the context, however, it really captures Frodo’s sense of misplacement after they return, and the simultaneous regret that he is leaving behind and no longer feels the same toward all he used to find joy in. I’ve read some of your others, and you seem to have a real knack for poetry. Do keep writing. 🙂