Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
When I think of all the things
You did to raise this child
The sacrifices & late nights
How your love could stretch for miles
I know it now more than ever
As I raise babies that are mine
The pain that you must feel
How daily you must resign
To knowing all that’s left
Is a stone that weathers and fades
All you can do for your boy now
Is put flowers on his grave.
Sometimes it aches so intensely
I feel I will die
And it isn’t scary
Because the longing in my belly
To touch you
Kiss your cheeks
Lace your fingers through mine
The dread of a repeated realization
That you are truly gone forever
Is too much to bear
Almost
For I am still here
Holding this burden of grief
Of times long past
When our days intertwined
And the warmth of our bodies
Created a gift
That will never be returned.
Somewhere in between
Proud & scared to death
We take this step toward
Watching you fly.
I won’t allow my second guessing
To tie you down
The Father has you
And so do we.
Each day that goes by
My heart both grows & breaks
Becoming more you
And less me.
More & more incredible you.
Another year
Another empty birthday
Instead of dinners & candles
There is pain & grief.
I have no generic expressions
Or contrite rhymes
To express the reality
That you are still gone.
You are at peace
And we are still here.
We have no choice
But to move, grow, learn.
We close our eyes for a moment
Remembering you.
We open our eyes
And take a step forward.
Kacie B. Sharpe 