The Talisman. Jacobs Tale.

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Here’s my piece and thanks for the chance to speak once more through your obsidian scrying mirror

For throughout this sad afterlife, I'm eternally reminded of you

My Ilona

And all those tiny intricacies that you once used to lovingly do

I still carry you so close

You know

A silent yellow trophy of bygone years

When life was free and we braved the world fiercely together 

Without any fears

But now filled in here with countless invisible tears

I just wonder around in this undulating darkness 

Slowly understanding and coming to terms

That you’re gone

I now just carry a single golden dandelion 

Deep in my old coat pocket

To always remind me of happier times

The wedding
Our two children 

Azora and Selena

And more so Argentina 

Where we shared our first sweet kiss

All moments I try to never forget and will always miss

That golden dandelion is just my own treasured memory locket

For love may visit you maybe just once in your lifetime

My message to you my dearest listener

Is to cherish it and try to savor its delicious first taste

Like a fine Italian red wine

For you’ll never know your own quota of earthly time

That eternal golden dandelion 

I still keep deep in my old coat pocket

Is simply my secret password home

My spiritual port key

For whenever I hold it up and see it and my sad red eyes close

I know death may be a stepping stone 

To a new place where we can atone

But when I still remember and see 

Her beautiful face because of it 

I also know that I'm blessed that whatever happens

I'll never truly be alone

Copyright John Duffy