21. Passing Time
I close the door on yet another day.
It's been over eight years now since you went away.
It now seems like forever since I last saw your face.
Time ticks on at a startlingly pace.
I close the door on yet another day.
It's been over eight years now since you went away.
It now seems like forever since I last saw your face.
Time ticks on at a startlingly pace.
Today would have been my son's 35th birthday. We had just lost my little sister suddenly on Nov 7, 2018. After her funeral, I flew to Norfolk, VA, to spend Thanksgiving with my daughter. I...
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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,
Robert, I hope you and your family found some peace together through this difficult month. I know what it is to do CPR and not have it be enough. I've also had those horrible nightmares and...
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I'm sorry mom, for the things I put you through
I'm sorry mom, for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I'm sorry mom, for leaving you so soon
I'm sorry mom, for that call you got that afternoon
So sorry for your loss. I am a mother of a daughter who also committed suicide. My husband and I are now raising her oldest daughter, and the 3 younger ones are with their dad. What was sad...
All I know is...I will always miss my son and long for him.
All I know is...one minute I'm together and the next I'm falling apart.
All I know is...my heart hurts all the time, and it has never felt whole since the day he died.
All I know is...the tears won't stop filling up my eyes, soaking my pillows or staining my face.
This poem touched my soul. You see, I lost my son, Joshua, December 29, 2022. He was hit crossing in the crosswalk by two cars. Then just 14 days after his death, I lost my daughter, Nicole,...
Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.
Lost my son December 28, 2019, age 42. He had just gotten a Coleman mini bike to take to his dad's ranch for a fun thing to ride there. He was just testing it out up and down our long county...
I stand before a vision so dreadful
knees weakened and shoulders, oh so weighted
reliving life, becoming regretful
for I questioned what God had since fated
My son Brian, I miss you every day, I wish so bad you could of stayed for just one more day. I will forever love you. I wish I could of gotten the chance to tell you that I love you and I...
Our son isn't home, where could he be?
It's after midnight, and the doorbell rings.
Who could be calling, he has a key.
A man in uniform, we see him through the glass.
My son, Les, passed away on October 2, 2000, and I will never stop missing him. I know he is in the room of angels. His Dad left December 27, 2001, which I have accepted, I think, but I miss...
I know that my son has passed away
But I will love him until my dying day.
So please listen to my memories every now and then.
Family and friends, please allow me to talk about Kenn.
My 32-year-old son, my only child, was killed in a motorcycle accident 7 months ago. As sad as I am to find myself without him for the rest of my life, I am greateful that he had a chance to...
I love your poem. It's beautiful and it touched me.
I was a lonely island with rough seas all about,
No airstrip to let people in and no harbor from which to get out.
Storms pounded my shores and crops failed on my land.
A broken boat with no oars, no escape could be planned.
Cherubic cheeked, an explosion of curls
Even as a toddler, you had all the girls
Milk teeth so perfect, like tiny white pearls -
My green-eyed soldier boy.
I'm still hear, Mama. Can you hear my voice? I love you. I'm just resting on the resort God gave me. I'm a strong man. I'm not scared. God gives the strong one a plan. I love you, Mama, and I...
The mourning, misty oak leaves weep.
Warm dew drops falling from them sweep
Across cold stones in salty streams,
Spent tears for Steven's broken dreams.
We lost our son Steven in July 2011 to cancer. He was happy with no signs of an illness until an accident led us to the ER - from there we found the tumor. Then the diagnosis, Neuroblastoma,...