Grief Poem

Poem Grieving Over Loss

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I lost my son a little over 2 months ago. There is nothing that compares to losing a son. I don't know how to handle it. I am raising my grandson which helps but I lost my best friend and I...

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One Year Less

© Cheryl McDonald more by Cheryl McDonald

Published on March 2010

There is no word, no label, no identifying moniker,
I am not a widow, not an orphan, not childless,
But one child less.
One less open laugh and little boy giggle,
One less challenging tete-a-tete;
One less artful, winking manipulation,
One less word of comfort, one less grateful hug.
One less chance to embrace a daughter;
One less new life to carry your eyes, your chin, your grin, your name,
No one word for the pain, the longing, the brevity
Of a life meant for living; an old soul meant to grow older than mine;
Would there be any one price too high, any sacrifice too great,
For one more moment, one more breath, one more warm touch;
I grasp desperately and sense the closeness -
the ONE just at the fingertips of my heart and mind,
Only to realize again and again and again,
There is no "One" - you are gone and I am - less.

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  • by Tanzannia Tate
  • 1 month ago

I lost my 16 year old son in a car accident on 11/16/14. My pain in indescribable and my life has forever changed. They say time heals all wounds, but I've come to see that that's not the case when you're speaking about the loss of a child. I love and miss you so very much son. I dream of the what ifs. You would've turned 18 this year. Proms, graduation, marriage and kids.

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  • by Angela Washington, Georgia, Stockbridge, Clayton County
  • 4 months ago

My son was shot 5 times at the Shell gas station on the morning of November 14, 2014. Life has never been the same! He was 21 and he was my best friend and he had just dropped his 5 yr old daughter off at school. I have been living with a broken heart ever since, but I'm making it through. God bless all of us on this journey.

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  • by Hazel Chamberlain
  • 1 month ago

I lost my son a little over 2 months ago. There is nothing that compares to losing a son. I don't know how to handle it. I am raising my grandson which helps but I lost my best friend and I don't see how I will ever get over it. I go to the cemetery 2 times a day. I talk to him, play his favorite music and then cry. People have told me that, he will visit me but nothing so far. I am heart broken. Maybe God doesn't think I am worthy enough to send my son to me so I can say goodbye. I am still praying. I do know exactly how you feel. God bless you!

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  • by Tanzannia Tate
  • 1 month ago

Wow, your son passed 2 days before my son. My prayers are with you and your family. Especially your granddaughter.

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  • by Grace Mandry
  • 9 months ago

I recently lost my beloved husband and so I know the despair of unimaginable grief. I have also recently discovered that he was my independance. I believed I was strong and could handle what came my way, but without him, I realize now how insecure I really am. There are critics of the phrase "he/she completes me," but personally, I can attest to its credibility. I feel incomplete. When Cheryl mentioned "I am less," it touched me to my core. When I read that she would give anything for one more warm embrace, one more touch of the hand, I knew her pain. Cheryl's grief is for a child; mine is for a husband I shared my life with for 46 years. Though the duration of life may make our losses incomparable - our anguish is the same. Please accept my sympathy, Cheryl. God Bless You.

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  • by Cristy Bosley, Texas
  • 7 months ago

My loss came on June 2015. It was the worst day of my whole life. My son died in 5 min, one min talking to me the next dead. I felt so helpless, he died in my arms. As a mom I wanted to take all his pain away..I just remember the doctors walking out and all I could say is my son is dead...I can't explain that feeling. All I could do is drop to my knees and cry...seeing him on the hospital bed was not real. I climbed up on the bed and just cried and laid with him, I talked to him..I didn't want to leave knowing I was never seeing my child again...I haven't stopped crying yet....I feel every pain you have...he was my best friend. I saw him everyday for 22 years...he never left home. He was my back bone. R.I.P..Kyle Anthony Bosley.
Forever love Cristy bosley

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