It used to be me and you.
You were the steadying hand,
always present on my lower back.
Your hand is gone.
My boat is rocking.
I am adrift.
No anchor.
This world is very frightening without you.
When I met you, you said,
"These arms are here for you, no matter what, to hold you"
When you were dying,
your arms rubbed my back and told me I was going to be ok.
I believe you are finally at peace.
I'm not.
Thank you for loving me.
7 comments:
Seriously...if you carry the best of him, the things he gave you and taught you around in your heart how dead is he actually.
Yes the physical presence is gone and that is well worth grief but is the emotional support from all those years and the spiritual understanding gone as well?
I kind of think that as long as you and BP keep his words alive within you then he lives on for at least another generation.
Well done on the poetry too kiddo.
Mark,
I know that in my heart..Sometimes I just have to put it in writing. BTW, coming from you the complement on the poetry really does mean something.
Lori,
Just sending love to you. Life is very hard, isn't it? I am so sorry for your loss.
Love, SB.
SB- There are days that are easy. Than there are others that it just hits me. My uncle, who lost his wife to cancer, told me that time is the best healer. I pray he is right. Thanks for your care and concern.
This is very beautiful, but sad. You have to grieve, and I'm sure the holidays don't help.
Talk to him..he is listening.
I think your uncle has it exactly right.
Love you.
Lou- I do talk to him. Call me crazy but I still feel his presence.
SB- I agree...Back at you my friend.
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