Poem -
Nose. Up. To. Sky.
I have called for you 4 times and
still you don't come
Can you not hear the birds, hear
them screech for you too?
Can you not hear the dog barking
Nose.Up.To.Sky, wagging her tail
in the hope you'll stop by. I have.
Stared at your photos, yes
Cursed at you too! I have called
you 10 times now, my voice is
hoarse blue,
And they tell me to stop this...As
simple as that. They just don't
understand
That I need one last chat son
with you
M ~
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A mother will never stop hoping for that last word, my own mother eventually died of a broken heart, oh yes we all have pains of grief. I feel this so very much, how you write from your deepest depth of your heart and soul, searching for reasons searching for anything that may bring you peace. Sharing is certainly a way to do that. My heart is with you dear Marion. A raw yet stunning poem that in the end has no answer. 🌹 You also touch on others who tell you to stop, harsh but in the end you will find you no longer need to search. Biggest of hugs. ❤️
Bless you Shirley, I am sorry about your mam ❤ l have written since the day he died, it doesn't help but it stops my brain from exploding. I will never stop until I go to where he has gone. I don't write for sympathy though, it's more of a personal battle with the gods the universe and the world...maybe a defiance. Thankyou for your kind words my friend ❤
I know, you write because you are hurt you will never stop that your grief has its own journey, my mother was the same. I saw it in her eyes. I don't feel pity for you I am truly grateful to share with someone who understands the pain. He is always with you. ❤️
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