Bobbie Troy writes powerful poetry in Virginia. But you already know this because you’ve read her work (Soldier, Dear Diane). Bobbie’s most recent bit of good news is her poem was just published in Word Salad’s Haiku Ramblings
(yay!). This poem is everything we’ve come to expect from Bobbie’s
poetry. The only thing to say by way of introduction is: I dare you to
read it without getting goose bumps.
Merry Christmas, My Love
By Bobbie Troy
I look over my shoulder
and another year has passed
without you
I gently wipe the
newly fallen snow
from your grave
and whisper
into the cold morning air
Merry Christmas, My Love
Bobbie, you have a gift. Your poem is so powerful, your love so clear. Hope your Christmas was happy!
Bobbie,this is a wonderful moving poem. And yes there were goose bumps
Thanks, Sarah!
Thanks, Jeanette. I think you read more poems on this website than anyone else! I appreciate the time you take to comment.
Very tender poem. Made me think about my son who has been gone now 11 years, but it feels like yesterday.
Getting a strong image with few words is not an easy task. Very nice.
This poem is lovely, thank you for sharing it 🙂
Very sensitive poem.
I pictured my family gravestone and the sixty years of Christmas lights and piled up presents. I could almost smell my mother’s dozens of homemade apple pies that were being eaten in many homes besides our own. Thank you Bobbie for showing so beautifully that loved ones may be gone but they are never forgotten.
This one didn’t have the depth that some of your other poems have achieved. A person is sad standing over a grave at Christmas. I want a poem to tell me something new. Even an image of something that would convey a message (and that could be fairly easy at a gravesite) would have made the poem more interesting. As always, that is just my take on it. All anyone can offer is their opinion, right? I could be wrong. 🙂
your words translate to very powerful images, thank you
Dear Bobbie,
Your poem brought tears to my eyes. That is exactly what I did and what I said when I visited my son Christopher’s grave on his birthday, December 17 and again on Christmas Day. Thank you for expressing it so beautifully.
Dear Bobbie,
You express your feelings, sensitivity and insight brilliantly. You go girl!!
Thanks for commenting, Fran. This was my attempt at imagining what it might be like for folks like you who have lost loved ones.
Thanks, Evelyn. I appreciate it.
Thanks for the kind words, Alice.
Thanks, Cliff. Maybe I will make a poetry lover out of you!
Thanks, MaryAnn. I appreciate your detailed comment.
I appreciated this poem so much more, having lost both my mom and dad now, the family went thru their things today to divide. Have a great year in 2010. Cathy Lou
Hi, Cathy Lou: I am so sorry to hear your news.