What follows is a combination of poetry written after my son's death by suicide and writing during the journey of my mom's death from kidney disease.
Photo by author
Visitations -
those moments
when loved ones
who have passed
make their presence known
A balloon landing in a tree says
"I Miss You Mom"
A timer goes crazy
spinning and beeping
in the middle
of a family dinner
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A night of dreams
visitations of the past
moments of angst
disappointments relived
Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash
Photo credit: Jason Williard (1983-2016); one who succombed to the darkness
Those days
when grief wanders in
like the tendrils of fog
in the river valley
slowly engulfing
my heart and mind
Slipping behind
wandering off on my own path
letting it all go
I wander this foggy path
going nowhere
not caring
just being
no beginning
no end
tears ride
at the edges