
You’re gone – too soon
For reasons your own
And I’m left wondering
If I would have known?
Would you have confided and this time I’d know?
This was for real, not just a show.
Would I have felt your pain?
Seen your breath start to fade?
Would I have caught you as you fell?
Could I have made you well?
What do you do when you start to miss them?
When their memory invades and turns your day grim?
How do stop thinking, “She’s done laughing,”
And focus on the fact that she’s done crying?
How do you not come off as vain?
When you want to reminisce to help stop your pain?
How do you explain the years in between?
When words weren’t spoken and life was unseen?
How do you find solace, in knowing she’s finally free?
When your heart aches, wishing she’d, “Stayed…for me.”
Heather LeRoss is the mom to two smelly but sweet boys. She spends her days spinning in circles of crazy wearing a tiara, gripping a glass of champagne. She’s a lover of fine boxed wine and chocolate. Follow the funny and heart feels on www.tipsytiaras.com and on Facebook. She hopes to someday be known as “Heather” again and not “those boys’ mom.”
Simple seeming questions – no simple answers
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A poem of loss
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These thoughts send shadows looming ’round my head
Such thoughts, my thoughts in step must fear to tread
For night exists beneath the bright blue sky
What, if I, still here, and she should die?
The Reaper calls his shadows’ nightmare dance
And I am stilled, heart piercèd, as by lance
For should’t occur, I fear I’d ne’er forgive
A world in which I knew she didn’t live
Yea the Reaper turns his gaze to me
Wretched, I, aware of all he sees
Entombed ahead of time and left alone
Alive without my light, my heart, my home
His toothy grin, disdain, begins to speak
I am enmeshed, entrapped, proved baseless, weak
My will to live needs more than this one thread
Yet how could I face the world if she were dead?
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