Showing posts with label poetry about grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry about grief. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2015

You Lived

This post was originally written on Bubblews by me on July 2, 2014

 
More words inspired by my son Nolan.

You Lived

You lived among the trees
You climbed, scaled, swung
You perched and watched

You lived among the birds
You studied, observed, listened
You fed, you knew

You lived among the woods
You hiked, tramped, camped
You sweated, you itched

You lived among the soccer fields
You ran, kicked, defended
You sprinted with reckless energy

You lived among the world of art
You sketched, painted, wrote
You created pieces of yourself

You lived among our family
You acted silly, laughed, smiled
You loved and you are loved always


Photo Credit: My own
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Monday, April 27, 2015

677 Days, A Poem

This was originally posted on Bubblews November 2014. 

For nearly two years, I have risen from my bed
With such miserable thoughts inside my head
I have hoped without hope that it was just a dream
I have hoped without hope that life wasn't as it seemed


For nearly two years, life has seemed off-kilter
There's a knife in my spirit that hurts and bewilders
I have cried tears of anger, bitterness, and sorrow
I have cried knowing I won't see you tomorrow


For nearly two years, I have tried to distract
Wine, coffee, and movies haven't hidden the horrid fact
I have felt dead among the living
I have been false with the smiles I'm giving


For nearly two years, I have struggled to breathe
While inside my soul's agony seethes
I have despaired over fate's decision
I have looked at Faith with complete derision


For nearly two years, our five are now four
Oh how I wish for that one child more
I have watched my others with bittersweet joy
I have missed my sweet, precious boy


Saturday, November 8, 2014

677 Days

Today has been 677 days without my precious Nolan.  I have such a hard time wrapping my head around that still.  Yes, I have accepted it.  I have no choice as it slaps me in the face each day.  I may have to live with it, but I still hate it with every fiber of my being. 

Here's a poem I wrote today as I thought about the last two years.
http://www.bubblews.com/news/9336739-677-days-a-poem