Years
Time plays no part
It can’t replace a permanent hole
In a grieving heart
This is no regular wound I feel
To grow together and to heal
I lost what I never owned
I mourn what never left me
Years
No number can represent
Love is an eternal circle
There is no beginning, there is no end
You have always been mine
And you never were
Years
The wind still blows
And no one knows
The sky still cries
The moon, a sigh
You have always been here
And you have always been gone
I am a wife, mother, survivor, and many other things. My oldest daughter was tragically killed in 2006 when she was only 19. My mom (the only parent I've ever had) died from illness in 2014 at age 75. Less than 3 months later, my sister died at age 52. She had been battling some health issues, and I believe the loss of our mother played a part in her not getting better again. And in another sad twist of fate, my mother-in-law died one month after we lost my sister. Grieving all of these losses (especially the horrific loss of my daughter) is indescribable but I find comfort and healing in writing and connecting with others. ~Gwen
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