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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA 
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Garden of Stone I wander through the garden of stone Searching for your marker. I spy your name and feel the dread in my heart. Sinking to my knees I kneel before the shrine. My fingers trace the words That were etched so many years before. If I close my eyes and concentrate Could I feel your touch? No, only the cold of granite. I lay two white roses on your memorial. Two…for the children you left behind. White…for the innocence that was shattered. The sun shines but I don’t see it. Its warmth can’t touch the heart That was frozen in time, on the day you died. I curl up into a ball Wishing you could cradle me. Heartbreaking sobs rip from my soul, Mournful cries fill the cemetery. I bury my head in my arms, Wailing against the injustice Of having you taken from me. My fists pound the earth beneath me Screams of rage over Memories that would never be. Eighteen years of stored anger Released in a torrent of emotion. No need to be strong now, There’s no one to see me weep. My grief overcomes me I feel like I’ve spent my lifetime grieving. I lay on your grave Crying for you mommy. ------------------ Work like you don't need the money, love like it's never going to hurt, dance like nobody's watching. [This message has been edited by Tara Simms (edited 09-22-1999).] |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Arrgh! "I laughed, I cried." What a beautifully sad tribute to your mother Tara. I swear you people, (people in passions) sure know how to tug on the strings of my heart. Sometimes you make me laugh, sometimes you make me cry. Often I am forced to think, and occasionally allowed to just wonder. But above all, it is poems like these that make me happy to be alive and sharing my life with all of you! Thank you for providing some joy in reading Tara, even though 'tis a sad subject. Chris |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
I'm glad to see that you found an outlet for your grief, my friend. ------------------ Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Beki Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1569Newport Beach, CA, USA |
A very touching and sad poem. I lost my dad when I was 19, and had only seen him twice for a total of 3 weeks. I felt so cheated and was a bitter a long time., I can relate to this all too well! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very touching and very sad  ------------------ "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus |
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startin_fresh Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 137US |
Tara: I love the tribute to your mom and could almost visualize you at her monument. Well done my friend. It truly deserved to be posted. It's what's inside you that helps to make the whole you. (( Tara )) |
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moonmoon Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 277TX , USA |
Touching indeed Tara...Its hard to let all that pent-up pain flow out like that...You did a great job nonetheless...(((hugs)) Thanks for the read my friend...  |
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moonmoon Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 277TX , USA |
Touching indeed Tara...Its hard to let all that pent-up pain flow out like that...You did a great job nonetheless...(((hugs)) Thanks for the read my friend... |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Thank you all for your comments. I have only visited my mother's grave twice. Once as a little girl and again when I was a young mother at the age of 20. This poem was based on that last visit. It was so hard to capture my feelings without succumbing to the whirlwind of loss. Thank you for appreciating this poem. It means a lot to me. ------------------ Work like you don't need the money, love like it's never going to hurt, dance like nobody's watching. Visit my poetry website: www.geocities.com/Paris/Musee/9954 [This message has been edited by Tara Simms (edited 09-22-1999).] |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Wow, Tara....deeply sad and moving. I'm glad you let you pain bleed into this wonderful poem. ------------------ *Krista Knutson* Mockery is a form of ignorance; silence, a form of wisdom. -- Daniel L. Miller |
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