In memory of my cousin Michael we lost this year. His 49th birthday was on November 7th
Making Amends
It’s such a dark grief, a long dark
tunnel of sadness, how did you
get through your grief, dear sister?
New born baby, then Daddy,
A 5 years old grandson, our Mother,
a husband barely 50 and
a son only 38 and just engaged - why?
Why do our males die so young?
Each day I drive past the oceans edge
where my son slipped quietly away.
How do I heal that dark
place in my heart that
re-lives that last precious
moment of his life?
Grief overtakes me like a
watch-dog waiting to
pounce when in innocence
my mind ponders a
crumpled grocery list.
What would he want?
Would desperate
heart-break and tears,
sleepless nights and foggy
days be his legacy,
I go to the ocean to heal, that’s
what he always did. Tears fall, my
heart breaks like rocks deep in the
ocean, I make amends
with the cold artic waters
that took him.
-joyce huston
October 12 - November 6, 2007
Such a beautiful poem. I'm sorry for your loss.
Posted by: Linda | November 07, 2007 at 01:28 PM
That is so beautiful, Tina. I was reading some of your older posts, and had such a heavy heart at how much loss you and your family have suffered over the years. Then I look at the pictures of your family in your LO's, and I marvel at your strength in rebuilding lives that must have been shattered by all the sadness.
It's truly an honor to be able to read your story here.
Posted by: Gina | November 07, 2007 at 02:02 PM
That is such a beautiful poem! My thoughts and prayers go out to his family during this time.
Posted by: Lisa | November 07, 2007 at 05:39 PM
Gina that is so sweet - thank you!
Posted by: Tina | November 07, 2007 at 07:13 PM
I don't think anyone could have said it better than Gina. What a beautiful poem!
Posted by: Val Blackburn | November 07, 2007 at 07:57 PM
Such a beautiful poem!
Posted by: Shirley Fyfe | November 07, 2007 at 10:59 PM