Her essence

loss of a child

 

A scenic gray suctioned to my eyes

Dull motion

Darkened hues

A simple brush stroke

Of an artist’s muse

Vibratious plagues of the soul

Become a visual reality

I stroll without a destination

Hoping simply that my feet

Will lead me to her

It’s a curious thing

To watch others with purpose

Trudge stiff backed

Getting to where they’re going

And here I stand again

At her favorite play spot

A wandering shell

A puppy eyed mess

Starring intensely at the swing set

As if I could will her there

Cold unforgiving chains materializing

Into her soft, warm hands- gripping in excitement

Her smile

Her hair in the wind

“Don’t let me fall mommy, don’t let go”

I run to the chains with sparkling eyes

And open reaching arms

As she fades away again

“I’m sorry, baby”

I come here for the wide open gusts of air

Swaying trees side to side gently

Children giggling, holding their hands to their face

Bouncing from slide to climbing rope

Creating fantasy worlds of dragons and knights, ponies and fairies

The chatter of parents sitting idly

On the sidelines

The sweet smell of your spirit

In the breeze- so fresh and clean

It almost feels like I’m living again

In your essence

In this place…

Where I keep you alive

Reviews

[just is]

This is such a sad write really, well penned, thanks for the request, i like this, well presentred.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Glad you sent me this... you really induced the sad feelings of losing a child with powerful words in wonderful poetic form... the ending was wonderful though keeping the spirit alive within the heart.

[GetTheHellOut]

Expresses so much saddness. A very nice piece and well written.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Well written poem. Sadly penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah