Some people are simply irreplaceable, aren’t they?
By Stanley Collymore
You entered my life unexpectedly; it wasn’t a
momentous occasion or as I recall even an
occurrence that I particularly welcomed
or was likewise pleased about, but it
happened all the same; I tolerated
it, didn’t initially attribute too
much significance to it all
and that was that. At least
that’s how I saw things
and what I honestly
did think at the
time.
But even though from the outset you knew exactly
how I felt about this new development that had
inauspiciously thrown us together you did
nothing to change my opinion about
what had occurred or sought to
impress me in anyway and
simply carried on being
yourself, creating in
the interim a state
of equilibrium where
eventually I was
the one who
changed.
And I’m exceedingly glad I did; for you’ve turned
out not only to be one of the most remarkable
persons I’ve ever met, or could have hoped
to, but also someone who has artlessly
and rather endearingly become for
me, quite thankfully I must
also confess, absolutely
indispensible to
my life!
© Stanley V. Collymore
29 September 2013.
(2013)
One of the principal ways one can truly value their own life is through the significance that they attach to the lives of others. This poem is accordingly dedicated to Carolyn Audrey Tippin of Rugeley, Staffordshire.
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