STORY OF THE MONTH

NOTE: “The Story Of The Month” changes every month OR bi-monthly and might also have been featured in my collection DOWN INDEPENDENCE BOULEVARD published by MiddleRoad Publishers in 2017 and available on Amazon, or might be an Extract from my two novels RACING WITH THE RAIN and JUNTA.

FOR MORE WRITING LIKE THIS CHECK OUT

Down Independence Boulevard: and other stories
by Ken Puddicombe
Link: http://a.co/4Fy5oBg

 

2017

December –The Touch Of Peace

2018

Jan – The Interview

Feb – The Underground [2nd Prize Polaris Magazine]

Mar –Welcome  To Punta Canada

APR – Return Of The Prodigal [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

MAY- No Thank You

JUNE – The Shoplifter

JULY/ AUGUST: The Last Straw [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

SEPTEMBER/ OCTOBER: Relics In The Attic [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]

NOVEMBER: The Day Queen Victoria Lost Her head [Published in The Caribbean Writer]

DECEMBER— The Touch Of Peace

2019

JANUARY/ FEBRUARY –The Effect Of Light Rays On The Milky Way and Minor Constellations

MARCH: Memory

APRIL/MAY: The Other Side

JULY/AUG: Love Through The Ages

OCT: Don’t Cry For Me

 

DON’T CRY FOR ME ©

Don’t cry too long for me

adult alone anxious black and white

Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com

When I’m gone. I may not be here

But you will feel my presence

In every photograph. In every journal

I’ve written. In every book

I’ve published.

 

Don’t mourn for me

trees in park

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

When I’m gone. I may not be here

But you can see me

In your children’s faces

And their every move and gesture.

In the faces of my siblings who survive me.

And in them you will know

I was once here and not forgotten.

 

Don’t lay me down to rest

In the cold earth when I’m gone.

Scatter my ashes in the sea

flight landscape nature sky

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

To be taken to all corners

Of the earth. Places I’ve visited

And places I longed to go.

To the country of my birth

Where my ancestors are buried.

 

Don’t lay a headstone

photography of graveyard under cloudy sky

Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com

To mark my passing. I will not know

And I will not care. And in the course

Of time neither will you.

It will lie there like all

Other markers. People buried

And long forgotten. Just a passing

Memory in time.

Tilted, sunken, decrepit headstones.

 

Don’t cry for me too long

When I’m gone. Celebrate my life.

Play the music I love.

chords sheet on piano tiles

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Read a poem I’ve written.

Read your favourite passage

From a book I wrote.

Tell my friends and family

I lived a good life. I hope I left them

With treasured memories of their time

With me. As good as the ones of them

I will take with me.

 

And if there is life hereafter

I will meet them. And I will meet you,

too, someday.

 

END