Doors
Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash
Content Warning: Suicide and Grief
Watching Y&R tonight
Standing on a ledge
Chelsea kisses Billy on the cheek
tells him he's a good guy
says "Tell Connor I slipped"
she jumps
the screen goes black
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 Denny Müller on Unsplash
Content Warning: Suicide and Grief
Watching Y&R tonight
Standing on a ledge
Chelsea kisses Billy on the cheek
tells him he's a good guy
says "Tell Connor I slipped"
she jumps
the screen goes black
What if we could make peace with death and the choices surrounding it? What if we were willing to have a conversation about death? In the last four years, I’ve learned some things about death and dying. They aren’t all easy. And, it’s left me with questions I’m still pondering.
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
A knick-knack falls to the floor random, sudden like taking a dive
A night of dreams
visitations of the past
moments of angst
disappointments relived
I feel the emotions
I've been in the stories
Mom
our relationship
complicated at times
but mostly just love
Over the years
you got better at saying it
The fog has descended
deep darkness
overrides my soul
the spark is missing
the daydreams
no longer hold any light
Here's to the dead *
Honoring those
who have gone before
To my mother
who taught me commitment
and dedication
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