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AT THE KITCHEN TABLE

AT THE KITCHEN TABLE

Mom sat across the table
From me, and altho I had my head down
I knew from sideways glance that hers
Was too.

We hadn't even buried Dad yet
He'd died just yesterday
My breakfast fixed for the two of us, inadequate
Barely touched, just sorta pushed around
The plate for the food wasn't just

Love Never Goes Away

Hey You, it’s me in Heaven
And I’m here to say Hello
I didn’t get to say goodbye
Before I had to go
I want to let you know that...
I am here, just at your side
Just look to your left shoulder

Keys (Poem)

We pass these keys, to cease this journey

Our mind freezes, admiring the ceilings

Concealing these feelings of loss

Seemingly tossed inside a soulless world

Never taught how to sew the hurt

Yes, life is a tough tour

Although, we seek guides to countour

This maze which consumes the brain

Friendship (Poem)

Smooth flows, smooth flows, there’s no place for more foes

Searching for love in the wrong places, we propose to our roads

Share goals, share gold, that’s how deep the love goes

Every week we see ghosts, so many are fake close

Hatred switches sides like basketball teams, straight after half-time

The Monster Inside Of Me

 

FOREVER

Another year without you...

It’s always so depressing

     when I realize how long it’s been 

     since I’ve seen you; 

Every Day You Live Is Blessed By a Soldier That Passed Away

In rows of sweet red poppies
On beaches by the sea
In dark of night and light of day
They fought for you and me
On jungle floors that moved
Or paratroopers in the sky
On ridges with no hope to win
They gave their life for you and I
They fought with everything they had
For those they'll never know
They put aside life's luxuries

I'll Simply See You In A While

The day I went to Heaven
You didn’t get to say goodbye
But, it’s okay, you didn’t need to
More time will come for you and I
The life we shared was just a small glimpse...
Of what’s to come in life we’ll share

Gift As Curse

Gift As Curse

 

Right now

immediately

after Mother’s

death, our family

dynamics hold up

such that each of us

can grieve both together

and alone, that is up until

You kept me strong baby girl

I wish there was somebody I could honest tell,
That the life I'm living is my own personal hell,
I learnt speak aloud how I truly feel,
For the hurt it would because I could never heal,
I live for my family it's their life I'm leading not mine,
Life flashes by me so quickly I'm running out of time,
I try to please them all but I'm physically not able,

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