weren't you?

Hello Marion...

I remember when people would keep a lock of hair...

That was before I knew what could make someone's hair fall out...

I was little...

I didn't know a whole lot...

Some questions I kept to myself...

I figured if I was able to get big I wouldn't forget...

Very  understandable and sad write...

Thank you for sharing...

S x

All about love & sorrow. A Nice bit of Poetry. 💕

May I say in your come to be expected plan voice and a bite. After all aren't we all here, or weren't we?

Marion, good to see you writing, how have you been?
Your words are so powerful here, I keep
reading it over and over. 
He was there, Marion. With his tenderness and his love.

There is utter beauty in this dear Marion, grief can turn memories into mush, everyone has their own experience and yes it's so hard to believe as a mother that the impossible has happened that our child has passed before us, a thing un- natural and un-fixable but here you are sharing your own incredibly painful journey, so relatable as you know after my brother died my mother some years later also died young, of a broken heart. Thank you for always being my lighthouse. 🌹 

From the abundance of the heart, your pen speaks.
Thank you for allowing me to focus my prayer.
Wishing for better days.

You are so fucking brilliant our M .. & no kidding x

Feels to me like you are looking for your son as I am for "Pieter" (Peter) as I named my lost twin. The search for him itself is proof that he existed and is sorely missed (actually probably AWOL and MIA - there should be a law against this kind of loss). Writing is keeping him in your life... Buy a tarot deck and frame and hang the Star on your wall(my personal favourite)... ❤️

Well, no, I do not think that's madness, I am with you about the consciousness after death (possibly by a different name - but you know the rose still smells the same) -  the soul incarnates for a life time to learn and that over and over again... I understand the anger, it took me a lifetime to get rid of it (for about 70%).  We all have our dust storms🌧️ Keep writing... In the end it always helps. Hugs are invented to help too🤗

This runs deep 
Wonderful stuff sir 💯 

Aww this is too heartbreaking,  to lose a lovely green eyed son, this poem a soulful elegy to capture his lost existence.  You will meet him again dear, kudos!

Plz also read and comment on my newest poem too.

How do you describe terrible, terrible pain and despair at a loss that is unfair and utterly awful, without mentioning pain or loss?  This poem. 

Hugs, my friend 🫖☕️🍰 xx