The final good-bye,
They could not have predicted.
Her grief was only slightly premature,
As she continued willing life into the lifeless.
Vainly hoping he’d pull through,
That the wounds weren’t all that bad.
But as the blood blanketed more of her hands,
She realized she was losing her dad.
She spoke offerings of absolution,
From the harm he had caused.
Making sure he knew she loved him,
Despite his errors and flaws.
She can’t be sure he heard her.
If he understood the love in her expressed sentiments.
But she swears she saw peace arrive,
As she witnessed his struggle’s end.
I miss my sweet little love.
Fourteen years, too short…
Lost her back in 2010. Still a painful ache in my heart. Always loved this pic I took of her in her healthy days. Her amazing eyes, and beautiful calming spirit was with me through the hardest times of my life. Wanted to share.
Getting in touch with that pain,
The deep seated hurt which whispers
Remembrances upon raw ears.
Escape seems the only option,
So you seek it where you can.
No easement in your bereavement.
No comfort for your soul.
On fire with the unrelenting flames of sadness,
Waiting, biding time, wishing for the numbness
Humanity can never provide.
So you sit alone, and cry…
Seemingly endless tears
Threaten to submerge you in a watery abyss,
Which you prefer to living.
To float upon pains’ waves
In search of an island where you can stay.
Where memories of them
Aren’t tangibly all encompassing.
Void of the trinkets and images
Confined to frames.
The frames with illusive boundaries,
Unable to contain their essence,
Once treasured and admired.
In time these feelings will subside?
One day I won’t be chained to this preoccupation?
Peace will return while I know breath?
Or will I continue to remain in this desolation?
May you look to God,
Comforter to the broken hearted.
I wish you peace for your soul,
And liberation from your despondence.
Time softens the anguish,
Believe what you cannot see
The hope of healing,
And lessening of your grief.