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.
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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.
~Anonymous
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.
Lovely. Those missed opportunities always haunt us.
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They do, and there’s nothing we can do. Thank you Glen.
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Vashti, all these pieces are fantastic. You’re right: the first one just made me want to cry. Thx for posting.
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Thank you Dyane. Haha. You’re a stronger woman than I am. I cried like a baby. 😉
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Lol 🙂
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Truly at a loss for words. Very beautiful and true beyond measure.
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Thank you Robert. I appreciate you stopping by.
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No problem.
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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
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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.
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Love the post, Vashti, and thanks for sharing your poetry – I really enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you Teagan. I appreciate that you took the time to read it.
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Eloquently expressed, we shouldn’t let those opportunities to express our feelings slip by…
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Thank you very much. Sometimes, unfortunately, we learn this lesson the hard way.
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touching.
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Thank you for reading Bhamidipati.
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Wow, Vashti, you’ve definitely got a gift with words. I’m not much for poetry, but this really moved me!
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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. 😉
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Lovely post Vashti!!
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Thank you Jasveena! So happy you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Ah, so many of thoughts from a military mom. Thank you for the poignant writing.
I’m visiting today from Super Sunday Sync.
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Hello Rosey! It’s great to hear from you again. Thank you very much. 🙂
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Regrets are the worst. Once your loved ones are gone, you can’t fix it.
With death, there are no do-overs.
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You’re absolutely right Norma. That’s why we shouldn’t waste the opportunities we’re given to tell someone we care. 🙂
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oh! so beautiful and touching Vashti! you are so right about missed opportunities
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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! ❤
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Very beautiful and touching…
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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enjoyed reading this..and it is so true…thanks for sharing.
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I’m so glad you enjoyed the poems. Thank you for visiting. 😀
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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.
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Hello Doreen, very wise and insightful words. Thank you. 🙂
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You don’t have to tell me why you write. I know.
You have to.
xoxo
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Awww! Thank you Diane. I believe we have that in common. xoxo 🙂
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