This is how
The year has been
Cluttered spaces,
Filled with din

Unconnected,
Lines that fly
Out of my head,
Although I try

To make sense
Of what will be
To understand
This broken me

Who misses you
With every day
It’s been a year ago,
Today

How can that be,
It went so fast
Day after day,
The moments pass

I feel I’m sinking,
In quicksand
And you’re not here
To grab my hand

And pull me up,
Breathe in new life
Instead, I’m only
Filled with strife

Beaten down,
Depression rages
Part of death,
of grief,
in stages…

Rest in Peace, Mommy.  I miss you so very much… 06/10/2020

 

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