Poem -

very bloody dead

i never ever
hear from you
not ever
any more

even prisoners
get one phone call
every now and then
i'm sure

but these days
you're so silent
very dead
and bloody gone

can't you ask god 
for one phone call
son... i swear
i'll not speak long

M ~
 

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Wilford Barker

O boy! 
Marion.. 
“can't you ask god 
for one phone call
son... i swear
i'll not speak long.”

These words cut to the heart.. really hit home.
I have sons that haven’t spoken to me over 7 years..
i had to inject myself with numbness.. and telling myself that it’s ok, when it’s not.
i love my sons.. all three of them.. but who am I to judge.. we all choose the paths we walk.
and mine must be the path of prayer for their health,safety and well-being.
beside that. I continue to live my life without their voices.
‘Thank you for sharing.

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Marion

Aw Wilford I'm so sad for you. Circumstances are often out of our control ...I.really hope things get better with time and thankyou for sharing and your wonderful comment...I have sent a PM to you also x

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Wilford Barker

You are Super kind..
i am sure it will in the long run..
weather I be present in the flesh.. or in the spirit.
 

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Neville

I am lost for a single appropriate one Chuck x

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Being Me

A hotline to Heaven — for the bereaved — for as long as they need. It would certainly help (albeit a teensy, weeny, tiny bit) for the immense pain suffered x

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John Loopstra

I have no words to describe th eimpact this has... way too spot on a hurt we all know and do not share (afraid to be a burden to others)..

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Marion

Thankyou my friend...enjoy your dinner
...hugs 😊 x

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John Loopstra

Holy f... I felt there was more to it. I know (from lesser trauma) that people want you to shut up about it. We also live a very quiet life me seeing almist only clients and collegues, my wife nobody but me. Once every 3 months or so we see either stepmum and half sister or my brother and wife. We do not connect with society well. All the hugs you need ❤️ (dinner now) 
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Marion

Thankyou my friend...enjoy your dinner ...hugs x 😊

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