During a dark today,
I remembered something funny you once said.
And I suddenly laughed.
You’ve been gone more than 7 years,
and today you cheered me up.
Thank you.
Xx
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Tag Archives: Grieving
Hindsight…
Am I lost?
Or am I hiding?…
I don’t know where I’ve gone.
How did I lose the Me I know?
Why did it all go wrong?
I sit alone in silence,
staring blankly through the night.
I try to find my way, by looking back,
the path is clear, through life,
in hindsight.
.
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Apple of my eye…
Her visit to my dreams that night,
bestowed a treasured gift.
She saw my eyes had lost their light,
downhill my life did drift.
“I love you mum,
please carry on, and live the life I can’t.
I love you still and always will,
forgiveness, you must grant”.
I drove the car that crashed that day,
the accident was mine.
My precious daughter lost her life,
to forgive is too divine.
“My Darling girl,
your life I took, that fact will always be.
But I’ll live for you, if one more time,
you’ll put your arms around me…” .
She threw her arms around my neck,
she held me close and tight.
She whispered love,
and wiped my tears…
She sat with me all night.
When morning came, I woke alone,
she didn’t answer to my cries.
But the mirror showed the gift she left…
A light was in my eyes.
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Hell…
I’m living life
with half a heart.
Death broke my soul,
I’m torn apart…
My precious girl –
light in my eye,
forever lost,
one cold July.
I’m stuck in Hell,
yet still I breathe…
Condemned to wake each day
and grieve.
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I’m breathing today…
Don’t fret about me,
I’m doing ok.
I understand that you’re worried,
but I’m grieving my way.
I need to keep busy
or my thoughts start to stray,
I’d sit and dwell if I let me,
but coulda, shoulda won’t pay.
Drugs are a blessing
I’ll damn well numb what I may,
Take a walk wearing my shoes
before having your say.
I understand that you’re worried,
but grief is different each day.
I love you for caring.
I’m doing ok.
Time…
Our home has become full of things
that you never saw.
As I look around
I can see
how much time has passed
since you died.
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Necessary tears…
The grief builds up.
It hurts when it comes out.
Sometimes I try to hold it in.
But it builds up.
And up.
And up.
Until I can’t hold it in anymore.
