Death is a hard thing to undergo. I feel your pain, and although there is no amount of time that will completely destroy the pain, there is a soothing in getting past it and knowing that one day you will see your loved one again.
This poem was written by a boy proving not only us girls feel emotionally. We are all taught to believe men are strong and tough and don't feel anything when actually they feel more than us but are just forced to hide it in either art or writing. This poem touches me because it shows that men, boys, girls, women are all human and we're all the same. No one is perfect, and it's time society and the world start realizing and acting like it.
I chose this poem for my elocution event at school, and I was glad that my poem was selected and I won.
Very touching and so descriptive. Sadly, none of us realize that time, family, and life's journey pass us by so quickly. Situations pass us by, people get lost into the confusion of life. We never actually relish the moment when it arrives. As the saying goes, "You live and you learn. Pity you have to live before you learn." You never truly realize how precious people are until they have gone.
I am so sorry for you. After reading this, I just couldn't help but cry. After reading this, I remembered my friend and how we used to spend times together. I love you, my friend.
I lost my son August 18, 2018. He couldn't deal with his illness. He had so much pain. None of my close friends understand my deeply unbearable pain. It makes me more tortured. I keep busy and try not to think of my son much. It's too painful, and I'm afraid to talk of my son because of how they'll react. My son lived in this world 21 years. I dreamed he was missing but he came back and looked at me and said, "Mum, I'm here. Are you okay?" I dreamed he was standing by the door. I saw a white butterfly many times. I believe he comforted me. Even my grief group mothers did not believe. I believe he was in heaven and not sick anymore. I believe I will meet him someday.
I could relate to this the moment I saw it. My grandmother died not very recently, but I had a very strong relationship with her. I'd always go to her house to spend the night and just talk to her when I was young. But when I was told she had passed away, something was taken from me. An important part of me has been missing since that day. Sometimes I ask God why He took her from me. But I know that it is an unnecessary question because she is in a better place now. She is in heaven and that is the best place for her, and I only want the best for her. Sometimes I try to think back and remember what I last said to her and it breaks my heart that I cannot remember if I told her I loved her. I just wish I could see her now and talk to her, get her advice on how to get by at life, and tell her I love her. I would do anything to just have a day with her. Whenever I think about this, I start to cry. But this was very deep, and I understood every single line of it. This is absolutely beautiful.
What a wonderful testament to the power of poetry and to the giftedness of a special teacher who conveyed the human experience in the poem to his students. As a poet myself and a former teacher, this has always been one of my favorite poems too. Thank you for sharing.
Hi James, nobody is born ugly. You are so much more worthy than you think. Don't let anyone put you down. You are worth so much more. God bless.
Wow, I’m ready to cry. This relates so much to what I feel every day. I live life questioning everything because nothing is nothing and doesn’t make sense. Life throws curve balls when I never know when to duck or jump. I’ve been through a great deal of trauma and have never been able to find a way to describe that I don’t really feel. You can never predict what life can bring.
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