Poem -
weren't you?
I think now
I might have kept a thing
Your green eye in a glass case
a hand or a foot
a finger an ear
a dimple
a freckle
an expression
a tear
or anything son
Any damn thing at all
To get rid of this fear
That you never were here
and you were, weren't you?
M
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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
Thankyou S. Hugs x
All about love & sorrow. A Nice bit of Poetry. 💕
Thankyou J... appreciated x
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?
After a while memories can feel like illusions, unreal and made up.... that is the torture Thanks R x
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.
I thank you for your kind comment dear B... hugs x
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. 🌹
Your comment shows deep deep understanding ... of course it does. I'm gutted for your double loss dear Shirley.
I treasure your insight and your comment is beautiful X
From the abundance of the heart, your pen speaks.
Thank you for allowing me to focus my prayer.
Wishing for better days.
Thankyou so much Wilford your comment is deeply appreciated x
You are so fucking brilliant our M .. & no kidding x
Ha ha... I love that you're back and swearing at me ... even if I can't agree with you on this occasion lol😆😆😆
thanks so much Nev 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)... ❤️
Thing is I know my son is with me, we talk all the time ( if that's madness then I don't care) ... I know there is conciousness after death... I just don't understand 'where or what' death is... and what the bloody hell its all for and I'm mad at whatever exists... at a system that puts us through such suffering. it troubles me. I suppose our human brains are too small
Hugs John x
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 💯
So kind... thankyou x