Memory Rain

Featured Photo: Taken by my, Samsung Galaxy S5, 24/08/2017, sunset at the end of my Court, here on the top of Geelong, Bell Post Hill.


Every time I opened a photo album,

I saw her personal emblem.

Every time I turned about face,

I felt my pain, all again.

Every time I switched on the screen,

I waited for a different dream.

Every time I tried another channel,

I cried during the battle.

Every time I played another sad tune,

I sang until the next full moon.

Every time I walked out the back door,

My head would be in the clouds.

Every time I looked up to heaven,

My angel would be at the gate.

And I saw the rain on her face,

And I felt the memory rain, all again.


Ivor Steven.




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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

28 thoughts on “Memory Rain”

    1. Thankyou Kelvin, again your so kind, and don’t worry the memory rain is now warm and gentle. I actually wrote this one, last Christmas, and it’s still nearly the hardest time ….

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    1. I wrote this at Christmas time last year, the clouds and rain made me dig it out, slightly changed a few words, and me and Lily took the pic on our walkies… It seemed to fit the poem…..


  1. Hi Ivor. I don’t know if I’m reading more than I should, but I felt raw grief when I read this. I don’t even know if I’m reflecting my own emotions and attaching it to this poem. All I can say is that, I felt the pain. I know what grief is like, because I’m going through some of my own. I wake up in the morning with a void in my heart and sometimes nothing can soothe it, except the pain of remembering. Another great memorable poem.

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    1. It was written Christmas time last year, always an especially hard time for me, I modified it a little today, the day was cloudy and rainy and I was having one of “those” moments, and every now and then I still feel that raw grief, but I’m basically healed, and now the memory rain is gentle and warm,

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      1. Five and a half years now, And I wrote a little two line poem, that expresses how I felt then.
        “How many rivers of tears must we cry,
        Before all the deepest wells run dry. “

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  2. Raining memories ❀ What a gorgeous image you summoned here. i shall never look at rain the same way. Thank you for that!
    PS: I am raiding your blog, it looks like I have a lot of catching up to do on the magic of your words πŸ˜‰

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  3. This makes me think of the process of letting go and how it takes time. Moments of remembering that come up again and again. I especially like the ending,
    “And I saw the rain on her face,
    And I felt the memory rain, all again.”
    Memories do rain down on us and we are saturated with them.

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