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a rare day


By Heather HublerPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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I'm sharing this beautiful and moving song by one of my very favorite artists, Ed Sheeran, titled 'Visiting Hours'. I hope you take a listen.

it's a rare day when I don't see you.

you're in my reflection

peering back at me on the still lake

where we fed ducks,

and in the mirror

laughing as I try to tame this

curly mane passed down to me

from mother to mother.

I see you through blue eyes,

a perfect match to yours

and the boyish ones I made.

it's a rare day when I don't feel you

in the back of my mind,

mixed up in sadness and wishes

of a bitter past and a better future.

you're in my heartbeat,

wrapped up in my DNA,

pouring out of my eyes in drips

as I feel your absence.

it's a rare day when I don't hear you

coming out through my voice,

laughing at silly things you did,

copying advice you used to give,

talking about where things went wrong

with us.

it's a rare day when I don't remember that

you're gone.


Written for the Uncommon challenge.

It was really hard for me to write this one. My mom passed away in January of 2022, so it's been a little over a year now. It's been hard to process. I don't talk about it for a lot of reasons. Like so many relationships, it was complicated. But this piece just wrote itself.

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Here is another recent poem from me if you'd like to read more of my work, thank you!

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  • Lea Springer28 days ago

    Beautiful, Heather. Remembering is one thing but not being able to talk to your mother about the memories is what "pours out of (your) eyes"--as it does for us all who have lost someone. Heartful condolences.❤️

  • Caroline Janeabout a month ago

    This is an absolute heart filler. Very well done. I felt every word.

  • Loryne Andaweyabout a month ago

    I don't know what more I could add to the comments below, so I'll just give you my love, insight and subscription instead (and this comment). Masterfully done!

  • Rick Henry Christopherabout a month ago

    Very good! Well written!!!

  • Gerald Holmesabout a month ago

    This feels like a winner to me. Beautiful writing. I can feel the emotion in your words.

  • Gina C.2 months ago

    Oh, this has all the feels and brought tears to my eyes 😢 Truly beautiful wording and this is an emotional masterpiece. I am so sorry to hear about your mom 😢 Thank you so much for sharing this. ❤️

  • Veronica Coldiron2 months ago

    I don't mind saying that having lost my mom a month ago, this really hits home. Beautiful tribute, and SO well written. This may well be my favorite and the song just adds to it. GREAT poem!

  • Natalie Wilkinson2 months ago

    Wrapped up in my DNA, pouring out of my eyes in drips❤️

  • PP2 months ago

    ❤️ I like your content, so I subscribed

  • Babs Iverson2 months ago

    Warm and heartfelt, left lots of love💕💖

  • Thavien Yliaster2 months ago

    OOOOUUUCCCHHH! OOO! Oh! Heather, You got me right in the feels. I'm going to need a moment after that. Goodness, hitting hard with the emotions on that one. That being written, I wonder if I could make a nice poem inspired by Yours. *cracks knuckles* I have to say It's a rare day To see the time go by As I stare in my eyes Upon the mirror's reflection And think of myself and Those of my family along with the ones that came before me About how they scringed, and fought, and scrounged, The family tree's historical story I have to admit that I'm glad Cause I have a privilege most don't Which is a Mom and a Dad It's weird that I don't talk to them every single day, by choice Cause every time we're on the phone my mom says that "I missed the sound of Your voice." Sometimes I feel like a disrespectful son Cause I'll be engrossed in TV, a game, or some impertinent chore while on the run It's still very rare to think that my family's weird Cause in love, one another we smother So, it's weird to on days that I forget that I'm a brother It's weird when I'm so self-centered that I forget I have siblings Even with such focus, they manage to give me Time out of their day to send me things to laugh and vibe It's not always a reunion, sometimes we check in just to make sure one another's alive It's weird and a rare day when I think that most families get to live close Our immediate's equally separated from paternal and maternal, relative to both It's a rare day when I think that siblings arguing is normal Especially since our parents told us how to debate one another with grammatical language that's formal It's a rare day when I want to do nothing and don't go out to play Since being active is apart of my, a living continuance of my parents' DNA It's a rare day when I look at myself and don't see my family as apart of me Even though my siblings and I are establishing our careers, spaced out rather separately It's a rare day when I don't want to think about the health of the ones that I love It's a rare day when we don't say "I love You," after arguing when push-comes-to-shove It's a rare day when I'm not thankful for all that I've been given. It's a rare day when I don't count my familial blessings and for the time that we're livin' It's a rare day when I'm so furious at them that I don't want to see them if I'm feeling crossed It's a rare day when I don't mourn the time that I spend with them, cause in the future when we're gone I'll be sad about our loss.

  • Ward Norcutt2 months ago

    A heartfelt sentiment of a poem.

  • Wow. Truly heartfelt. What a way to honor the relationship you had with your mother.

  • Subhi Najar2 months ago

    SO beautiful!

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  • Omg so heartfelt and beautiful Heather. Sending you so much love 💞 this was truly amazing 💖

  • Again a wonderful heartfelt set of lines, beautiful

  • Poppy the Poet2 months ago

    This is such a raw and powerful poem. Sorry to hear of your loss though and hope you’re doing okay

  • Lamar Wiggins2 months ago

    This flowed with precision and meaning. Very heartfelt. 💖

  • The ending of the poem caught me off guard. I never knew. I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 This was so beautiful!

  • Moe Radosevich2 months ago

    Absolutely superb wow, love it ❤️

  • Cathy holmes2 months ago

    This is such a gorgeous, heartfelt tribute. Beautifully done. Hugs, my friend.

  • C. H. Richard2 months ago

    So sorry for your loss. Beautiful tribute to your mom. Very reflective and earnest. I lost my mom in 2015 and all I can say it takes time just as you stated to process. Many hearts ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  • Kelly Robertson2 months ago

    A beautiful tribute!

  • Scott Wade2 months ago

    I feel your pain mixed with such a deep love and longing in this beautiful poem. Great poem, Heather 🥰

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