An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Remembering, May 3rd
“This wall, built of bricks Breaks my spirit and my bones Lifeβs hurdles are hard” … This Wall (a Senryu May 3rd, 2025)
Arriving and Leaving, Visiting Her
arriving via the cemetery gate holding her flowers hands quivering heart quickens bowing silently reminiscing smiling wondering why closing time and visiting time co-exist in life
leaving via the cemetery path renewing goodbyes crying silently breathing slowly smiling wondering why closing time and visiting time co-exist in life
G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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17 thoughts on “Remembering, May 3rd”
Lovely. We have no markers, just let the ashes blow away.
May you never cease remembering. It will soon be two months since I lost my husband. I have many more years of memories than you have but memories can easily slip away. It is good to share this on a blog. It is also helpful to others … like giving us permission to do the same.
Very well said, and I agree, sharing my words is a way helping and comforting others who are experiencing similar emotional nostalgic days …πππ
what a beautiful poem and beautiful words on her stone where she is remembered and of course in your heart. all of these places where she is never forgotten and always loved eternally
Thank you very much, Violet β¦ I should be getting used too it after 13 years, I might be older and wiser, but my heart still flutters like a butterfly on this day πππ¦
Lovely. We have no markers, just let the ashes blow away.
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Another fine tribute
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Thank you very much, Derrick π
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Youβre welcome
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Such a beautiful and poignant poem Ivor. Hugs
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Thank you very much for your kind words, Sadje ππΈ
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Sweet and heart-touching. Such an important wonder.
(((HUGS))) πππ
PS…a fabulous fave song from a wonderful fave band!
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This is so beautiful πππ
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Thank you very much for your kindness, Willow … πππ
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May you never cease remembering. It will soon be two months since I lost my husband. I have many more years of memories than you have but memories can easily slip away. It is good to share this on a blog. It is also helpful to others … like giving us permission to do the same.
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Very well said, and I agree, sharing my words is a way helping and comforting others who are experiencing similar emotional nostalgic days …πππ
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what a beautiful poem and beautiful words on her stone where she is remembered and of course in your heart. all of these places where she is never forgotten and always loved eternally
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Such beautiful sentiment. This song is a heartbreaker. Wishing you peace today, Ivor.
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Thank you very much, Violet β¦ I should be getting used too it after 13 years, I might be older and wiser, but my heart still flutters like a butterfly on this day πππ¦
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Beautiful words Ivor and what a lovely marker of your wife. Her death anniversary.π
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Thank you for your lovely words, Arlene … ππ
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