Saturday, April 9, 2016

Henry

Died of a promise broken.
His grave is but a token
of a life so long ago,
and a love he had to forgo.

In time, a moment caught;
in hearts, emotion wrought,
that almost feel his pain
though he never will again.

The marker faded and worn,
his heart forever torn.
A love forever lost; 
his life the final cost. 

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Henry is a young man who was buried in a local farm cemetery in the mid-1800s. I was very moved by the inscription on his headstone, “Died of a promise broken.” There is an overwhelming sadness here. I wrote this poem for all who suffer a broken promise that breaks their heart.

Please read my Challenge Reveal Post for insight on the poetry that I chose to share here.



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16 comments:

  1. So sad, and sometimes that sadness needs expression.

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  2. Lovely and somber for a soul not forgotten. I suspect your words brought a smile to his face.

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  3. A caring, tender poem for a man whose story we wish we could know more about. What a curious thing to inscribe on a tombstone. Is it indeed possible to die of a broken heart? Yes, I believe it could be.
    Josie
    from Josie's Journal

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  4. How mysterious and tragic that phrase. Nice tribute to Henry.

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  5. Poor sad Henry, it is such a sad way to leave this world. But you have given him one lovely tribute! Long live Henry in our thoughts.

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  6. Annie, I am so pleased that you decided to take this challenge as I am enjoying reading your poetry. Some of the themes are much the same as I have written about in my poetry. Keep posting these for us. Sending love and hugs. How's the internet doing? XO, J.

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  7. What a sad epitaph to have on one's headstone. Poor Henry. Your poem captures so well the heartbreak and spirit of sadness...

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  8. Beautiful poem. I wonder what the broken promise was for Henry? So sad.

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  9. A sad but lovely tribute. Visiting the A to Z.
    @ScarlettBraden from
    Frankly Scarlett

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  10. Ugh, Blogger! Hate it when I'm in the middle of a comment and suddenly the damn thing decides "nope, we're deleting that one, refreshing the page."
    I had a classmate named Howard who hanged himself after his girlfriend broke up with him. He was 18.
    My brother's friend Jim shot himself when his father refused to pay for college if he went for any major other than the one his father picked out.
    Sometimes life seems like one long broken promise. I'm only still here because I promised my son I would be. Otherwise I would have checked out long ago.

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  11. Ohhhh, my heart! I need to know the rest of the story about Henry! What a great idea, and how lovely that you have honoured his memory in a poem all these years later.

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  12. I love your poetry! This is so beautiful. And mysterious. I sometimes walk by something and think 'there could be a story here' or 'this or that could have happened', but you - you make it into poetry. Thank you for sharing it with us and sARTurday.

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  13. I can recall as have we all, thinking I could just curl up and die from a promise broken some time ago. Had I seen that grave and inscription, I would never have forgotten it and I would have written of it as well. IT is an inscription that stays with you always I think. It would with me and may do so after having read about it here. xo

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