Papa
Not my work, my friend wrote this for his Dad, who died on 13th November. I thought I would share it.
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Not my work, my friend wrote this for his Dad, who died on 13th November. I thought I would share it.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
Today you would have been 17, My big sister. Even though I didn't know you, I really miss ya.
These photos tell of days gone by. Looking back at the memories we have created. Holding back the tears with mournful sighs. People missing from everyday life their absence understated.
Yeah, here I am again.. This time the world is crashing down around my head.. That I wish that I was on the move...
#colourchallenge midnight blue It's midnight, and my mood is blue How did it come to this It cannot be true My dearest cousin how didn't we see the signs We blame ourselves as we look at the...
#colour 'Come with me', he said, 'and I'll take you to a place Where fear and pain and loneliness can gently be replaced You may well be on your knees, but I will help you stand All you have to do...
#Colourchallenge #Midnightblue #nightdwellers I can't rest tonight I'm not sure quite why Maybe I'm cold Or lonely Or stressed And just can't unwind I'm thinking of you And I miss your touch Your...
Part 8 •••••••••• (It's short but snappy!) It had been 3 days since Zaya left us. I was in pieces. We had already buried her.
*Just to be clear, this is a story* The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong.
Hello again, today is Tuesday, November 20, 2012. The other day my father had mentioned that the 1-year anniversary abuelo's death was coming up. Then a few days later, I realize that it has passed.
Happy birthday mum I wish you were here I wish I could say many happy returns Fill your lonely world with cheer You would have been 80 today Had you not passed away That's pretty good innings Isn't...
July 17th 1997 Dear W.i.l., I have decided to call you that because it is shorter than saying "whoever is listening".
Somebody told me that you were dying, As soon as I found out I burst out crying. You're such a lovely innocent girl, With big brown eyes and dark curls.
Just close your eyes, You'll be alright, Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound. - Safe and Sound Please don't leave me. I need you we all do. You can't die not now.
---Elisabeth's P.O.V--- I woke up on our living room couch. Everything that happened was blurry. I waited a second and then rubbed my eyes. Everything slowly came back to me.
She carried my suitcase, Petite and round. Tears on her face, She lost and found. Her pride, Her sweetness, Her joy, Her weakness. And she stands tall, Just like she has before.
I should of written something the second I found out, it's only just properly sunk in though. Last night I cried silently for you. When I cry I don't want other people around me. I suffer in silence.
Warning. Don't read if you're grieving for a loved one!. What about the ancients been and gone.
(Inspired to write about my loss as so many others seem to have experienced the same) You are in my thoughts You are a part of my dreams You are with me always it seems Taken away "No...
I have lived my life, gathered much wealth, always selfish, thinking of myself. I walked right by as I watched a child die, no emotion did rise or put a dent in my pride.
Not my regular but had to get it out....... Not my day at all it seems. 52 kids died on their way to school. Pictures of their parents are hunting the news.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go. The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the raindrops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
June 13 1997 Dear Whoever is listening, it has been 3 months since it happened. At first I had to have therapy because mum said I turned strange.