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posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on August 12, 2006 at 4:05 PM
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I would say the writing is
spare rather than bare. No a 12 year could not do this. It could be equally beautiful but different to this
posted by
Azur
on August 12, 2006 at 1:52 AM
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thanks Azur,
sometimes I doubt myself, my writing is so simple, I wonder if a twelve year old could do the same. the language is so bare, but then may be it works for me?
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 12, 2006 at 1:15 AM
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marieclair66
This is achingly beautiful my friend
posted by
Azur
on August 12, 2006 at 12:53 AM
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thanks everyone.
such a lucky boy, he should be smiling in heaven...
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 11, 2006 at 10:48 PM
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A beautiful poem written by a mother to express eternal love for her
son. A very compassional and emotional outflow of powerful feelings. Thanks.
posted by
afzal50
on August 11, 2006 at 9:28 PM
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Hi Marie-Claire - what you say is very true, happiness can be found in the little things alongside the sadness. The trick is, as you say, not to dwell on it. There are always days when we are not as strong as we think we are; sometimes you just have to wait for that to pass, and it mostly does. This is such a beautiful poem, both compassionate and loving.
posted by
mneme
on August 11, 2006 at 9:08 PM
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thanks wiley and Cee.
the pain lessens over time and life is still worth living althoug at first I really did not want to live... I do feel my son's presence, sometimes it is very comforting, other times, I wish I could join him. Whatever the feeling, I always come through, it is the kindness of people like you, who have been there or are caring, that helps me through the toughest times. I think of him every day, and it hurts every day, but it is like any pain, it lessens if you do not focus on it. I do have a kind of normal life, but with a big hole in it. There will always be pain, but I am learning to live with it, and be happy despite the sorrow. Both can live side by side, I think.
posted by
marieclaire66
on August 11, 2006 at 7:41 PM
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marieclaire66
A very sad but lovely poem luv. He is with you in spirit, I live that too, since my Joycie (Joyce) died Mar9/00.
It is as Ceemarie says in her comment, I have experienced such things and they are what keeps me going. God bless you.
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 11, 2006 at 7:27 PM
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marieclaire-
I just talked with my son, moments before I read this poem. How blessed I am to still be able to do that in the physical. You can commune with your son in the etherial for if you talk to him out loud, he'll be there to hear you. He'll leave you something significant to him. Coins, feathers, butterflies, or something will go missing and it will just be there, where you looked before or in a totally unlikely place, or you'll smell something that's him....... oh, yes, he's there a lot, MC.
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 11, 2006 at 5:22 PM
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Marie
Sad but so beautiful
posted by
Kat02
on August 11, 2006 at 9:55 AM
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Very touching poem...
posted by
Ariala
on August 11, 2006 at 7:10 AM
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marieclaire, as long as you have memory he is with you. Beautiful poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 11, 2006 at 7:09 AM
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