opened brown wooden french door
Photo by Dmitry Zvolskiy on

You paused at the door, looked behind,
before passing into;
hesitation, a wishful sigh,
but nothing left to do.

Though you’d have stayed, through pain and tears;
your body gave you no choice.
Disease’s progress wore you down,
and now has stilled your voice.

We left here have holes in our lives
which no surgeon could mend;
where each of us was joined to you
went with you at the end.

Yet part of you remains with us;
we see it when we look.
Each face, each heart, there’s still a part;
you left more than you took.

Like puzzle pieces cut and patched
and fitted back with glue,
those parts of you join parts of us
to make us one anew.

4 replies on “Leaving”

Thank you Sarah. I have always been impressed with your choices of photographs – and now that I’ve started choosing my own, I realize how difficult it can be.

Yes this was a very special person who gave to others freely.


Hi Michael,

I agree with Sarah, a gorgeous and emblematic photo to complement this beautiful poem. I think you capture so wonderfully how a person leaves but does not leave, how part of their spirit joins your spirit and fuses into a sense of renewal and enrichment. Her presence lingers not only in memory but in the deeds and acts of beauty/giving she offered throughout her life and interaction with all of you.

So nicely done!
Thanks for sharing,


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