To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Seventh Bridge To Cross How faraway are you? Measured in miles and years? Do you come often? Then brush away my tears. You who lived so effortlessly keeping my heart with you always. To me who lived on hopelessly coming face to face with reality. Accepting my worst fear now living to gather my blessings feeling them year to year. There can be no more merciless acts upon me or nightmares that will change my personality. The living curse which was my worst I can finally proclaim nothing bad will make me feel any more of the same pain. |
Additional Notes:
7th year - August 6th, 2007 - I am still a beginner of grief over the loss of my son.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-07-05 10:59:25
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Business; were it mine, I’d change “lived on” to “lives on”, to correct the tense and bring it to a current feeling.
Deni, as with all loss, I feel for yours. That the impact of a child lives on, no matter how many years is as much a tribute to the person, as it is to the elasticity of life.
Getting older, I find (somehow I didn’t expect it, weird) that I spend an inordinate amount of time at funerals- those close to me, and those close to others. However; nothing is the same as the loss of a child.
You have brought us all along with you. I treasure the trust you place in us. I am sorry couldn’t reply earlier; you have probably waited. I do now.