Grief Poem

My sister, Brenda, was my best friend and I loved her with my whole heart. She died suddenly at age 50 from a blood clot caused by emergency surgery that she should have never had to undergo. She died 3 days after my birthday on 11/09/2007 and I found her when I went to change her bandages. The shock and grief was unbearable at times, and I cried everyday the first year afterwards. I miss her and think of her every day. Poetry helped me and I hope my poem helps others.

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My son Shane died unexpectedly Jan. 8, 2008. After a short term of leave from work, the company I had worked for for 14 year's fired me. Now I was completely incapacitated from my son's...

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Seasons Of Grief


Published: February 2012

Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?

Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.

Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed?

Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.

Shall spring's cheerful flowers bring life anew
And allow me to forget the agony of missing you?
Will spring's burst of new life bring fresh hope
And teach my grieving soul how to cope?

Sometimes I'll read a treasured card you had given me
And each word's special meaning makes me see,
The precious gift of love I was fortunate to receive,
And I realize you'd never want to see me grieve.

Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?

When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me.

For all the remaining seasons of my life on earth,
There'll be days I'll miss your merriment and mirth,
And sometimes I'll sadly long for all the yesterdays;
Missing our chats and your gentle understanding ways.

Yet, the lessons of kindness and love you taught me,
And the good things in life you've helped me to see;
Linger as lasting gifts that comfort and will sustain,
Until I journey to that peaceful shore and see you again.

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  • by Tracy Smith
  • 5 months ago

My son Shane died unexpectedly Jan. 8, 2008. After a short term of leave from work, the company I had worked for for 14 year's fired me. Now I was completely incapacitated from my son's death, had no job, and had 3 other (younger) children to try and get through this nightmare. My son Shane was 21 year's old and a Heroin addict, Fentynol, Oxycotin anything he could get ahold of would work, but it was a combination of Methadone, Heroin and Klonopin that did him in. I cannot, no matter how I try, understand why this happened to my family. My (then 16 year old) daughter found him, and she's never been the same either. Two years later, on what would have been my son's 23rd birthday, my mom lost a 6 month battle with cancer. My (very close) family has been ripped apart even after almost 10 years. I ca not, and probably never will, get past my son's death. It's changed me, made me crazy, made me question everything I thought I knew. I am a broken woman ...

  • by Michelle MacDonald-Johnston
  • 2 months ago

I, too, lost my son on 11/20/2002 unexpectedly. He was only 11 1/2 years old. I let him spend the night at his best friend's house, and he never came home again. Apparently there was another kid (age 12) who showed up with a loaded gun & he accidentally shot the gun while trying to be "cool." Well, one shot was all it took, and my son died instantly. And that forever changed me, too. I will never get over this pain I feel every day. I miss my son so much that sometimes it's hard to breathe. I'll never again see him smile or hear his laughter. I'll never get to hold him again. He is gone forever, and now I no longer live, I merely exist. He was my everything. He was such an awesome person who made me a better person. While I was teaching him right from wrong and how to live life, he was teaching how to be a mom. I love you Matthew John Wilson, and I miss you more each day. I would give anything just to spend one more day with you. Our babies aren't supposed to die before us. It's just not right.

  • by Cynthia Frederick
  • 5 months ago

Tracy, I'm so sorry for the loss of your son. I lost my sweet son last September. I'm a broken woman. But I have found that beauty and strength can often be found in broken things. Like a mosaic. My faith has saved me so far. It's a struggle. I wish you and your family strength, love, hope and blessings. Go outside on a beautiful day and think of your boy. I hope this will comfort you and warm your aching heart.

  • by Joyce Hunsaker
  • 5 months ago

Thank you for sharing the story and life of your son, Shane. I am so sorry for your loss. My husband and I lost our 18 year old daughter, Nel, 11 years ago today when a man didn't see her on her motorcycle and hit her. She died 9 days later. I didn't think I would ever be happy again, never smile, never laugh. We found some material called GriefShare and it saved our lives. I am here to tell you that you CAN be happy again. Please look into this grief support group! Find one in your area and become a part. Again, thank you for sharing your story!

  • by April
  • 9 months ago

It's time to say goodbye, and we don't know why today is the day we lay little man to rest. Everyone knows he was the best. He was our miracle, our dream come true, and we are here to comfort you through today. We say goodbye. Just remember he never really dies, for in our hearts his spirit lies. If he could talk I know what he'd say: "Mommy, Sister, please don't cry for I am not gone. I'm flying high. I'm that brand new twinkle in the sky. I know one day I'll see you again, and until then hold heads up high and just remember I'm standing by, for I'm the light of moon and the sunlight in the sky, so please be strong, and it won't be long till we're together again. Love, your little man."

  • by Dorothy Smith, Gulfport Ms
  • 1 year ago

My friend has recently lost her son and it has taken her to a dark place. I just want you to do anything possible to help her cope and gain closure. If you can give me any insight or what I can do to help her. I don't want my story published, just some advice.

  • by Belinda Stotler Poet
  • 1 year ago

Grief is a long dark journey and there's no timeline when it eases enough to live again. All I can tell you is about my journey and hope it somehow helps. When my sister, Brenda, died I poured my feelings into a journal, talked to family, read poetry and began to write my own poems. I wrote what I loved about her, the wonderful memories, her impact on my life and how fortunate I was to know her. In time, I remembered she loved me as much as I loved her, and would never want me suffering, just as I would not have wanted that for her had I died first. She also came to me in a dream one morning, and told me she was in a beautiful place with our Mom and others who'd passed before her. That dream was the most realistic dream I'd ever had and gave me hope. I still cry sometimes because I miss her so, but I also think of the overwhelming joy when I see her again, and when I do, it will be forever. I wrote Seasons of Grief after I emerged from my dark place and published it to help others.

  • by Dharsea, Wa
  • 2 years ago

This poem touched me in so many ways. We just recently lost my uncle to the sea. He was a fisherman and such a loving and caring person to everyone around him. This poem you wrote spoke to me as if it was written for him. For me. Thank you for your beautiful words.

  • by Linda Harris
  • 5 years ago

Where do I start? I knew my husband was a good man when I picked him up for the first time at his mother's house. Here was a man helping her with house work. I sat there while he finished and said to myself "this is the one" After six months of dating and 6 months of living together we were married. Every day was like a perfect summer day. He fulfilled my every need. Then the summer sun stopped shining. I was in a near fatal car accident and shortly after that he became sick from his diabetes, which he battled for years. We both ended up in a nursing home. I remember the day I had to make the decision to let him live like a vegetable and in pain. That was the day I will not forget when I had to make decision to let him go. My heart aches everyday, but, it was the best 22 years of my life. For myself I have been in and out of nursing homes for years.

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