It doesn't hurt anymore
to see your face in nature.
Mourning is a form of love
and I'll love you till the end of time.
I was afraid of forgetting you
the personality traits you had
as well as your every kind deed
and jokes you toss around to us
but instead, I remember every detail.
It doesn't hurt anymore
to hear your voice through my siblings.
You were the kindest soul
and I'll admire you till the end of time.
You fought for your young life
taking each day as it was
you didn't curse God for
making you gasp for air
because you knew you'd rest.
It doesn't hurt anymore
to feel your heart through our parents.
You wanted to do your best
and I'll miss you till the end of time.
You wanted to be gone
feeling like your efforts
didn't add up to life's goal
not seeing how wonderfully
your example played out for us.
It doesn't hurt anymore
to touch your spirit in God.
This loss is a gift from Him
and I'll praise you till the end of time.
I know you're with God right now
learning everything you didn't before
studying life through His eyes
being grateful for having the time
to cheer on all the wins we'd have.
. . .
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A/N: Okay, I have nothing else to say except that July is almost gone and I'm afraid I haven't had enough picnics this summer and I desperately need to change that, or... I'd be very disappointed once the season changes and fall's coming through. Not that I can't do them in fall, but summer has a different feeling in that sense. So... let's go on a picnic!?
PS! The poem is about my late brother, it's his birthday today and I wanted to use my never-ending love for him in my writing, as always.
With love,
M.
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Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
