by John French
(highland, mi usa)
~~Garden of grief~~
Established by sorrow and fenced in by fate.
With a name clearly etched in the wide open gate.
Precisely positioned beneath realities glare.
Exists a sparse, thorny garden that's known as despair.
Memories cobble the clearly laid path.
Bordered by plans for the future that have been torn in half.
The marrows are damned despite intense tearful streams.
There's a well now in ruin, once overflowing with dreams.
An immense sense of longing looms over the knoll, and dark lamentations just grow of of control.
Haphazardly furrowed by times jagged blade.
Defining moments adorn markers that are clearly displayed.
Impatient's and dilemmas are quick to unfold,
blown away by a tempest that is brutally cold.
misery thrives because its roots are profound.
where hope does start budding its quickly cut down.
There are still hints of grandeur that stem from the past, amidst anguish and yearnings that are disturbingly vast.
There's a crooked stone caption that bares no relief.
Nothing prosperous blooms in a garden of grief.
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by clare Slater
(Coventry, UK)
I feel lost, I feel void, I feel Empty inside,
How have I not drowned in the river I’ve cried?
The tears they come, each day they appear, how can I live life now if you are not here?
You never opened your eyes, you never took a breath; nothing can fill this hole you have left,
My Beautiful boy, I remember you well, I remember your face, I remember your smell,
Right From the moment that you were born sleeping, my heart and my head they have not stopped weeping,
The Sadness, the loss, the longing, the pain, the knowing that life will never be the same,
The endless tears that I cry every day, the ache in my heart that won’t go away,
It’s all too much, it’s too much to bear; nothing can break the bond that we share,
From mother to child, from mother to son, my battle with life has just begun,
My life, my living, it feels like betrayal, a mum without her child is destined to fail,
Words could never do justice to just how much that I love you,
Just how much you’re longed for and missed, my baby boy, ‘Macauley Quist’.
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Submitted by Meagan
Written by Stacy Aube
The Mind and Heart of a Mother
Searching down deep to try to explain
How I feel in my heart, to put words to the pain
My mind seems to know what it wants me to write,
But with each logical thought, my heart puts up a fight
My mind says "this is how God meant it to be"
My heart cries back "but what about me?"
My mind says "don't worry, it will all be fine,
Just trust in the Lord and give it some time"
But with so much love and pain so deep
With empty arms, no baby to keep
You cannot reason with a mother's heart
When she and her baby are torn apart
Answers of truth may help my mind,
But for my heart, there are no words you could find
Just 12 short inches from one to the other
But there are miles between
the mind and heart of a mother
by Stacy Aube
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by Peggy
(Springfield, CO)
Four people were in the vehicle in a rollover and my son was the only one to die.
The death of your child is cut to your heart never to heal...
The love that you shared is a longing you will forever feel....
Nobody can ever understand the grief a parent feels losing a child....except another parent who has lost one.
by Sharon Peeples
(Longmont, Co. USA)
A MOTHER'S HEART REMEMBERS
A first-born son to call my own.
With joy and pride I brought you home.
There nestled in the cradle bough...
A mother's heart remembers now.
Those tiny hands wrapped 'round my soul,
Which made my broken places whole
So blessed by God with love endowed...
A mother's heart remembers now.
When every dawn would cast her spell,
We did our best to raise you well.
Your dad and I took solemn vows...
A mother's heart remembers now.
Though years of time have come and gone,
From wells of gladness I have drawn
Fulfillment...which your life allowed...
A mother's heart remembers now.
In loving memory of my son
Rodney Alan Peeples
April 12, 1967 - September 21, 2011
© 2011 Sharon Peeples (All rights reserved)
by Trina Virgin
(Belwood, Ont, Canada)
Ten Thousand Kisses
This poem is to my son Matthew
whom I gave 10 thousand kisses,
and can't give 10 thousand more.
Whose bright blue eyes and dimpled cheeks
are etched clearly in my mind.
Always so confident and self assured
I couldn't hold you back.
In such a rush to leave the nest,
racing to experience it all.
As if you knew...
your time was running out.
Now,I cradle my broken heart,
like a delicate egg.
Wondering how I could have kept you safe.