Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
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.
At times I want to envelop you
Like the amoeba we once were
A primal instinct
Returning you to a place
Where it feels secure
I long for you to be with me
Everywhere I go.
But your spirit won’t allow that
The wild freedom of you
Bursting forth to the world.
At times I want to envelop you
Like the amoeba we once were
A primal instinct
Returning you to a place
Where it feels secure
I long for you to be with me
Everywhere I go.
But your spirit won’t allow that
The wild freedom of you
Bursting forth to the world.
Doctors can’t figure
What is going awry
With daddy’s heart.
Won’t beat on time
Rhythm out of whack
Arteries too small
To carry life to his bones.
Time after time
Changing medications
Cutting him open.
Never works quite right.
What the docs don’t know
What I wish I could explain
Is the organ is simply this-
Broken.
The child he raised
Loved with his whole self
Left this place forever.
Daddy’s soul severed that day.
The grief he carries
The literal weight of the world
It’s something modern medicine
Can never explain.
Only time & Jesus
Can heal his heart now.
Kacie B. Sharpe 