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The Haunts of Death When and where do these nightmares end; or the dawn brings more than just pretend. Are these hearts mended as splendor slips in - or can it not ever begin. When the souls have held too much pain will a joyful life ever come again? |
Additional Notes:
Missing Shaun this morning - every morning - for much too long. Realizing that the grief process over the loss of a child is endless. I've compared my healing growth with other women who lost adult children the same time I lost my oldest son and it seems we are all at the same level which is not great. I've also read something that stands out and wanted to share here. There seems to be a word that describes a person who has lost someone they love in life - such as widow, widower, etc. but there is not one single word to describe a grieving mother. Not one word.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-12-18 14:22:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Deni, one cannot stand in for such as you. It is more atune to the song "jesus walked that lonesome valley, he had to walk it all alone" and the on to "We must walk this lonesome valley, We have to walk it by ourselves; O, nobody else can walk it for us, We have to walk it by ourselves"
The point of the piece, the grieving of the mother- (you) and yet there is also a fallacy to the lyric. It does speak of only the internal journey- for who can take that from us? Yet there is the external- of those who care. Those who care even when a person doesn’t know they care. And of course, the deity, seemingly silent at times.
You spur me on to create, not only a response to the grieving of the mother, the lover of her son, but also to make aware that moment.
sometimes we like to say “you will find joy again, time will temper the pain†and there is again truth to the saying, as a enjoinder to you line “will a joyful life ever come againâ€. But also there is that time; when the memory, love and grief take us for a revisit- and I can tell you walked that lonesome road once again.
The thing is; it may not matter in the scheme of things, but in your moment, externally, you are never alone.