YOUR FINAL GIFT

YOUR FINAL GIFT

I picked up your head stone
The other night
I looked at it 
And said it isn't right

In plain view
I read your name
Why did you write that?
I exclaimed!!!

I said "oh no"..
This can't be good...
With your name on there, looking
I just stood

Then it's true...
I thought to myself...
It wasn't a dream...
I start to melt

I hung my head..
Carried the stone
Don't talk me...
Just leave me alone

I never wanted....
To give you this
But this is it...
Your final gift

I didn't wrap it
But it's neatly placed
Right on top
Of your resting space

BY GWENDY VANUCCI
About the Author
I am a mother of 3... Minus one... Oh I hate the math part. My 20 year old Tommy, passed away in his sleep in his room on 3-30-09. Since then I have been struggling with grief...and I needed to deal with it. I grieved out loud...with words. I write poems on grief. If you liked the poem you just read, and would like to read more of my work, I have 3 books available at LULU.COM just look up my name GWENDY VANUCCI. I'm not out to make money off my sons death... I am out to help parents, grandparents, siblings, and friends...deal with the grief they feel. Grief is a normal healing process that we all go though. My journey with grief and my poems are a very raw look at all the stages we go through to hopefully feel whole again. I guess I have to keep writing, cause it's going on six years since my son passed, and it's hard to feel whole with a hole in my chest.
I'm Grieving, Now What?