The dark of the day rises to meet me. The warmth of the previous days a tease. My son, my son, my soul cries out. I pass the accident site. Today. I slip. The images flash before me. Images I never saw. Images that played out while I slept. My darling red head. My first born son. Passed from this life while I slept. Oh, how I miss him. The deep, piercing ache creeps through my veins today. The wait for next tests for my farmer. I cling to the Ancient promises. The truth. This ... View Post
Fragmented to Repurposed
It's broken. This beautiful mug. It came in a package. From Germany. With love. A college room mate. A friend. Packed a box full of love. It made me laugh and cry. A hug from so far away. But one mug was broken. And it made me sad. Until. . . I held the fragments in my hands. Fragments. Fragmented. The way I feel. Most of the time. In pieces. Broken. Useless. Worthless. Spent. Fragmented. The pieces sat on the farm house ... View Post
Grief Is Work And It Takes Time
Some days the breathing is hard. As if I take a breath and all will spill over. The breath that will split the scar. The ache that lies just beneath the surface. Day after day. The missing. The longing. One more word. One more hug. A future. Where would he be right now? How is he feeling? I want to be numb. I don't want to feel the pain. It sears and burns. This thought line is in vain. It leaves an emptiness that can never be filled. These desires unfulfilled; this side of ... View Post
