i visited you today
5 minutes no more
i didn't know what to say
the usual , the kids are fine
all getting big now blah blah blah
then silence,
the awkward shit when you don't
know what else to say ..
i brought you flowers
well i tried to but the middle of nowhere
doesn't have a florist
i know it's been almost 3 years
we can't afford a stone,
my life, my bills, my kids ...
blah blah blah ...
all that important stuff.......
movies, wireless, food, clothes,
drinking , smoking , friends
all here......
all loving me.......
well pretending to and
i am into it.......
falsehood is my reality ......
so is your death....
i can't bring you back..
nothing will change what was ..
only what is.....
i might try to save ..
and buy you a headstone next year..
if i just put your kids names on it ..
it won't cost as much..
hopefully..
i really can't afford it..
the little white cross with
the silver plaque seems to be holding up
well..
i can still see your name on it
it's easier to find you but the place
is getting a bit full...
see you next anniversary..
bye mum...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Dear Juanita,
Well, I too had an anniversary
which would have been the fifty-third birthday
of my twin daughters who've both passed away
and lie together in the cemetery.
Like you, I only go on special days
and take whatever flowers I can save
to put them, with a poem, on their grave
to show that I remember them always.
Your poem has therefore touched me very deep
for I know well how hard it is to say
the things we mean, like when we try to pray,
determined to be brave and not to weep.
So, Coralie, if I could take your hand,
I'd comfort you to show I understand.
A beautiful poem which I know your Mum will hear and appreciate. It isn't the words that count - it's the feelings.
I hope all is well with you. Please let me know how you are?
Kia ora e aroha nui.
Applause, love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Sissie,
I know, it does feel as if those awkward moments of silence drag on and on. And when it is a family member, (seeings as how I have those same moments at times when I go to my dad's grave) I know what you mean. You did great on this one.
I have missed reading your work. I hope all is going ok.
and love
Nyetta
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