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Tara Simms
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since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244
Honea Path, SC USA

0 posted 1999-09-21 09:58 PM



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.


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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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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296
Purgatorial Incarceration
1 posted 1999-09-21 10:02 PM


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

DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396

2 posted 1999-09-21 10:04 PM


I'm glad to see that you found an outlet for your grief, my friend.

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Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©


Beki
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since 1999-09-15
Posts 1569
Newport Beach, CA, USA
3 posted 1999-09-21 10:06 PM


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!
hoot_owl_rn
Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA
4 posted 1999-09-22 10:42 AM


Very touching and very sad

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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus

startin_fresh
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since 1999-08-13
Posts 137
US
5 posted 1999-09-22 01:27 PM


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 ))

moonmoon
Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 277
TX , USA
6 posted 1999-09-22 01:31 PM



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...

moonmoon
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since 1999-08-13
Posts 277
TX , USA
7 posted 1999-09-22 01:31 PM



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...

Tara Simms
Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244
Honea Path, SC USA
8 posted 1999-09-22 07:35 PM


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.

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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).]

Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850
In the space between moments
9 posted 1999-09-22 08:51 PM


Wow, Tara....deeply sad and moving. I'm glad you let you pain bleed into this wonderful poem.

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*Krista Knutson*

Mockery is a form of ignorance; silence, a form of wisdom. -- Daniel L. Miller


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