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Rescue Me Rescue Ranger "We are spent." Spectators in the last row of the auditorium viewing years of your life still waiting for the true life movie to end. Yet hoping some how it's been changed and you are here again. My memorial for you this year stays unmoved for I have not the hands with strength enough to remove you again. Your signs bring peace with bittersweet touches of comfort in hours needed the most. So far...... yet still near we honor your life now and tomorrow from year to year I as your Mother still grieve with my tears. RIP - Chief Shaun R. Powell - 5/22/78 - 8/6/2007 |
Additional Notes:
Every August I write a poem to honor the death of my oldest son, Chief Shaun R. Powell, who was 29 years old and left this world suddenly and traumatically. This year, his friends and I did a candle light at his grave site just before dark, which brought peace in to my heart. Amazing to see so many still care and miss my now Angel in Heaven. So, every August I will always pay tribute to him through my heartfelt words - as though time has past, the pain of grief still lingers. I called him "My Rescue Ranger" in life. A nickname that grew on him.
This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2010-09-02 17:29:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
Hi Deni,
This loss of a child has to be the ulitmate in grief. The pain eases with time but it never goes away. It's like the past, it never passes. You have written a lovely poem for your son and I have a feeling he knows that. Well done.
Best wishes.
cheyenne