Poetry

The Winter of Our Lives

The temperature outside, below 30 degrees at time,

Is warmer than the center of my heart

The snow of the mountains, the ice on the car

Can’t match the frost reflected in my eyes

The rain that falls, attempting to wash away the past

Can’t cleanse these memories from my mind

This is the Winter

Of our lives.

 

Soon, hopefully soon, but terribly late

Spring will have no choice but to break through the haze

Soon, hopefully soon, but dreadfully slow

Spring will burst forth its blooms having survived the snow

Soon, hopefully soon, Spring will arrive

But until then, this is the Winter

Of our lives.

 

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Poetry

The Five Stages: Acceptance

Is it surrender or acceptance that I feel?

When I know your gone, but I wish it wasn’t real?

When I walk in your home, and wish to see your face?

When there is an emptiness, a void, that cannot be replaced?

 

Have I accepted that you are truly gone?

Does going to work mean that I have moved on?

Have I accepted that the world has changed?

That our lives have now and forever been re-arranged?

 

Have I reached acceptance?

That mysterious fifth and final stage?

 

I accept and believe that this is not the end

I accept and believe that I will one day see you again

Side-by-side-by-side, our family will reunite in Heaven

Side-by-side with Christ, who has rescued and forgiven.

 

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Poetry

Conflicting Emotions

Cascading spa-colored fabric

That ruffles down, extenuating their figures

lightly brushing against the

Silver strapped heels

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An argument about a morphine drip

That soothes pain and yet,

Simultaneously, steals away what

Precious little time remains

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Teardrop necklaces that rest

Perfectly between the collar bones

Kissing their skin right above

V-shaped necklines

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Caregivers that do their best to

Give care where they can and warning

Where they cannot, whispering,

“Prepare yourself for the end.”

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The family and friends who murmur

“Congratulations on your Engagement”

and “Our Condolences” on your grandfather’s health

In the same sentence.

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A man that loves me with all his heart

And a man who showed me what love is

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The best

and

The worst

Memories occurring

Side by side.

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