a second instalment
of passing
and placatory pauses
tenth floor this time;
nearer to god
and all that
i guess
your siblings:
left behind
miss you
and are sad
wish to join you
in wherever...
we sit and suggest
the unspeakable,
the unthinkable
a bit too late
in our suits,
lugging briefcases
of sorries
and maybes
and what ifs
you were still
a lovely boy
in between choked breaths
and goodbyes
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this one is so sadly beautiful
you know what to do with words, elaine and you do it beautifully
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the long and painful meetings about a child's death at 10 years make me cry too, my only release can be these little poems -
thanks for stopping by
i hope you are well
elaine
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it isn't fair to make me cry at work, you know?
i love the suitcases full of sorries ...
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i think about that. not being able to stand being left behind. grief is such a terribly selfish thing. and why not? the dead do not feel pain.
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It's difficult, isn't it? Being so compassionate; having the capacity to feel things completely and without restraint, when other people would just close themselves off. So sad but an amazing write.
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Dearest poetess, a heart-wrenching write," the tenth floor this time, nearer to God and all that I guess" such sadness,poignant, powerful and painful this past tense which reaches into the present. Heart-hugs, love and light, Yvette x
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"you were still
a lovely boy
in between choked breaths
and goodbyes"
This one got to me, made me choke up again because only a week ago I sat in a church looking at the "lovely boy" that died, only 22 years old.. No words needed here.. i understand this so very well, Elaine.
~ Nicolette
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thank you for understanding
it never gets easier to comprehend does it
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