For those of you who know me personally, you know what a tragedy happened to me over ten years ago. Due to undescribable circumstance, I lost my youngest daughter, Melissa, and my oldest grandson, Jacob, not to death but to TRUTH. There isn't a day that goes by I don't mourn them, yet I've finally learned to smile again, am actually able to look at pictures without the stabbing pain in my heart. Her birthday is March 9th, the same as my Mother's. This original poem, written by me, is dedicated to her. Happy Belated Birthday, Baby!
Gift of Time
I've grown old and weary
in your defeaning absence
waiting for your presence.
And,I am disappointed.
At every turn, and every bend
I hear your voice, see your face
Full of beauty, full of grace.
And, I am reminded.
Often I tremble, my hands shake
Recalling fond memories of you
but always old ones, never new
And, I weep.
My heart is heavy, my eyes tear
when I realize dearest daughter
how much I miss your laughter,
And, our lost gift of time.
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