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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Phyllis J. Long Writer, Poet, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Best Friend April 14, 1923 - June 15, 1996 Goodbye  I wait and I listen for a sign, for a miracle of a sudden rush of your scent for your laughter to prance from the walls and once again there's nothing, and, I don't even know if I still love you because I don't know what pure love is anymore, and, I don't love life not the way I used to when I was your little Missa on your lap in afternoons of splendor when I was innocent and unknowing and everything seemed so perfect You lied to me when you promised that you would return to all of us Yes, I'm angry, so deep in the torment of losing you that I could scream until glass shattered until all the gloating, carefree butterflies stripped themselves of their wings, but, it's useless, nothing could ever cease the stale fraility of what's out of reach, I just wish that I had a piece of you, any leftover to carry with me, something... anything that lingered on instead of watching memories die too So, you paralyze me with the same helplessness like the years and days I watched your mind and body weep internally to wither and die, and I'm tired of running down trails of memories that have been chewed, overused, regurgitated and stepped upon, there comes a point when you must let go to keep your sanity, but, what good is a stable mind and heart when black and white is not as it seems and all the plans we made together can never be All that you promised is meaningless now it's been too long... you're gone... and there is no comfort in Santa Claus or fairies or peace in the sky above, and I don't believe in Heaven or angels anymore, no afterlife with dreams re-born along the shore You weren't supposed to leave me, you told me that you would live forever... you were my dearest friend, but, your voice remains silent and the wind howls at night, there's just nothing left, every drop of hope every breath of beauty is dry, and the world refuses to stop for my pain, so, I've no tears left to cry, yes, Grandma, this is goodbye By Melissa P. Monette [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 09-23-2001).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Mellisa, The writing is excellent and confessions are good for the soul. Love is something you create. It's all inside of you. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Melissa, She does live on, in your heart. She is there smiling, watching over you, oh so proud. My heart aches for you, but I know one day the anger and hurt will leave. Perhaps in writing this poem the healing process will begin. Hugs, Nancy. ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
indeed her voice does live on. . . in your words. . . wonderfully done my friend. . .  -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
oh Melissa, I understand your hurt and anger.....I know just how you feel, but she is with you all the time, it's as easy as thinking of her smile....I do it every day with my Aunt. hugs to you with lots of understanding and much too much relating |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Melissa - my thoughts are to you this night. Peace and serenity be with you. BC |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Oh Melissa, I can feel this. My Mom died 2 months to the day after your Grandmother. I couldn't bring myself to write about her until recently. But you've put some of my feelings into words |
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Chelsea~ Member
since 2001-02-09
Posts 260Ontario, CANADA |
missy should I be worried about you? call me okay, this is just too sad, I know how much you adore your gramma, don't let go. |
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The Rusty Knight Member
since 2001-08-29
Posts 414Texas |
I have never felt so much pain put so beautifully!!! Death comes not when we cease to breathe, but when we cease to dream. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I know this one well Melissa, as I lost the only one person in my life that meant a darn thing to outside of my son, and I was angry, hurt, lonely, etc. until one day I watched a silly t.v. show on Oprah of all things, and it was Dr. Phil, talking about letting go in a different way, by celebrating their life, yes, celebrating their life! Instead of being stuck in the sorrow, look for the happy memories, and make their life mean something, and celebrate it. I hope that may help you, as I know this kind of loss, as I lived it, and now I celebrate also, my Grandmother's life, every single day with love. Hugs to you. ~Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self~ Cyril Connolly |
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