Missed Opportunities

16 Aug
Do You Remember?

Photographed by Marcin Laskarzewski (losesprit – deviantART)

Hello! Welcome to my blog. I’ve been asked many times why I write. I’m going to take a moment to answer this question. Firstly, I write because I love it. I have a very active imagination; my mind is bursting with stories, characters and worlds waiting to spill out onto paper. Finally, I write to entertain…myself as well as others, and if along the way I can inspire or teach: it would be icing on the cake. I love icing. ;D

Now on to today’s post. I ran across this piece of writing on twitter, and it moved me to tears. It doesn’t have a title, or a writer’s name attached to it, but I thought it worth sharing. I hope you enjoy it.


Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you’d leave, but you didn’t.

Do you recall the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug?
I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.

There are lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Iraq.

But you didn’t.




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My Love

I wrote this for you, my love

For your gentle, verdant eyes

For your dulcet lips

For your sparkling, sincere smile

I wrote this for you

Because you loved me so tenderly

You forgave me so easily

You understood me so well

I love the way you

Gladly gave me what’s yours

Showed compassion to all living things

Always put my needs first

I wish I would have

Been more appreciative

never exploited your generosity

Told you how much I really needed you

It is too late now because you’re gone.

I’ll never have the chance to love you the way you deserved to be loved.

~ Vashti Quiroz-Vega


Don’t Wake Me

I saw your smile in my dreams

I didn’t want to wake

I reminisced gazing into your eyes

I saw the soul of an angel

Your kindness astounded

even the most skeptical side of me.

You taught me to love, to feel

when I was but an empty shell.

I assumed you’d always be here,

but one morning I woke to find

your arm was not draped over me.

~ Vashti Quiroz-Vega


Don’t put off telling someone you love exactly how you feel. You may not get the chance later.

34 Responses to “Missed Opportunities”

  1. glenperk August 16, 2013 at 10:05 pm #

    Lovely. Those missed opportunities always haunt us.


  2. Dyane August 16, 2013 at 10:15 pm #

    Vashti, all these pieces are fantastic. You’re right: the first one just made me want to cry. Thx for posting.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 17, 2013 at 1:52 am #

      Thank you Dyane. Haha. You’re a stronger woman than I am. I cried like a baby. 😉


      • Dyane August 17, 2013 at 1:53 am #

        Lol 🙂


  3. rcprice August 16, 2013 at 10:36 pm #

    Truly at a loss for words. Very beautiful and true beyond measure.


  4. yobial3 August 16, 2013 at 11:01 pm #

    I sit here with tears in my eyes … Firstly grateful that I have not lost someone I love in this way and secondly sad that I have missed opportunities …. Beautifully expressed. Xx


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 17, 2013 at 2:01 am #

      I felt the same way when I read the first piece, and even as I wrote the other two pieces. It’s difficult to even think about a scenario like this. Thank you Yolanda.


  5. Teagan Kearney August 16, 2013 at 11:05 pm #

    Love the post, Vashti, and thanks for sharing your poetry – I really enjoyed reading it.


  6. Poetic Passions August 17, 2013 at 12:59 am #

    Eloquently expressed, we shouldn’t let those opportunities to express our feelings slip by…


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 17, 2013 at 2:04 am #

      Thank you very much. Sometimes, unfortunately, we learn this lesson the hard way.


  7. Bhamidipati Bharati August 17, 2013 at 1:53 am #



  8. Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 17, 2013 at 2:05 am #

    Thank you for reading Bhamidipati.


  9. Katie Cross August 17, 2013 at 2:09 am #

    Wow, Vashti, you’ve definitely got a gift with words. I’m not much for poetry, but this really moved me!


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 17, 2013 at 2:34 am #

      Hi Katie! Thank you very much. I’m glad you enjoyed the post. I appreciate the visit and the comment. I hope to see you here more often. 😉


  10. Jasveena August 17, 2013 at 2:38 am #

    Lovely post Vashti!!


  11. Rosey August 19, 2013 at 3:51 am #

    Ah, so many of thoughts from a military mom. Thank you for the poignant writing.

    I’m visiting today from Super Sunday Sync.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 19, 2013 at 5:11 am #

      Hello Rosey! It’s great to hear from you again. Thank you very much. 🙂


  12. Norma Beishir August 19, 2013 at 5:22 pm #

    Regrets are the worst. Once your loved ones are gone, you can’t fix it.

    With death, there are no do-overs.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 19, 2013 at 6:48 pm #

      You’re absolutely right Norma. That’s why we shouldn’t waste the opportunities we’re given to tell someone we care. 🙂


  13. now at home mom August 21, 2013 at 1:00 am #

    oh! so beautiful and touching Vashti! you are so right about missed opportunities


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega August 21, 2013 at 5:45 pm #

      Hello Ingrid, there’s nothing we can do about the opportunities we’ve missed, but we can prevent it from happening again by telling the people we love how we feel. Thank you! ❤


  14. shwetaa2015 August 21, 2013 at 11:07 am #

    Very beautiful and touching…


  15. carolee44 August 22, 2013 at 4:47 pm #

    enjoyed reading this..and it is so true…thanks for sharing.


  16. Doreen Sargente August 25, 2013 at 1:29 am #

    I am sure you weren’t alive when Love Story came out, but there was a line in that movie that became almost iconic…’love means never having to say you’re sorry’. Most of us bought into it, but as time went on and us Boomers got wiser, we came to realize that it does indeed mean saying you’re sorry, or saying I love you, or whatever else it is we are feeling. Most of us live in the here and now, and don’t really grasp the fact that the only thing we can count on is change, and it usually comes in the form of those we care about leaving us…whether voluntarily or not. I suppose it’s just human nature.


  17. coastalmom September 11, 2013 at 2:52 am #

    You don’t have to tell me why you write. I know.
    You have to.


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