Poem -
415
Death
415 in the morning when I step through the bedroom door.
I'll never forget that moment you were asleep but you soul had left. I still keep talking to you everyday hoping to hear your voice, hoping to feel your touch, hoping you were right here talking and laughing with me and telling me your dreams for life.
instead I sit here by myself. Wondering what really happened. I'll always love you and I'll never forget you 4:15 the morning you're soul. left
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Comments
Christine for me it was 5:30am but I didn’t know till 10:30am because I slept downstairs with our baby. I empathise greatly with your piece today. Please know you are not alone in those feelings of loss and trauma 💛
A brave write and thank you for sharing today x
What a heartfelt poem! I am so sorry for your loss. Grief is a difficult burden to bear so ...Hugs ⚘ x
Many hugs from me...♥️♥️