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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Your room is empty Belongings packed neat in corners Plans laid for the space Tho I've barely had time to grieve my loss... Did you know I cried? Harder than I would have for any of the others Your face in the porcelain Frame is beside my bed Where your six year old eyes smile innocently back They said you'd never fly And I guess I'd hoped you never would... [This message has been edited by Sunkissed (12-10-2002 10:04 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This is so achingly sad. I feel a lump and can't fight back a tear. Heart hugs to you, keep the memory close to your heart. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
This is so poignant and touching. Peace be with you.  |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
This poem is penned beautifully in a most heartbreaking way. If this is a personal experience, may God give you continued strength and perseverance to get this most devastating chapter of life. My heart goes out to all who've known this grief. Hugs and warm regards, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Your poem has so much heart-breaking emotion in it....it makes the reader wonder exactly what happened in this situation with the six year old child. It just drew me into the whole scene.. Very good poetry. "Love makes the world go around" |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Thank you, Everyone, for your kind and warm replies. I'm sorry for causing any of you grief over these words. When I wrote this, I was thinking of my own selfish feelings and never thought of how it might look to others. This poem is about my son who has grown up and has moved out. We had a close bond because we are a lot alike and understood one another when others failed to "get it". When I walked into his room, looking around at the emptiness, it felt as if someone tore my joined twin from me. This poem reflects just how much I truly miss him. Sunkissed. |
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