Alone

Alone

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

After the funeral

The phone calls stop coming in

Everyone goes on with their lives

All gave condolences and paid their respects

Now I am home

All alone

Wondering

Why did you have to die

Sometimes it's hard for me to cry

Like I'm numb

Other times

The tears they fall like rain

 

Seems like everyone avoids me now

Guess they are too busy with their own affairs

Perhaps they just don't know what to say to me

All I know is you are gone and so are they

Rarely does anyone stop by just to say hello

Maybe they are afraid to break my heart all over again

I suppose it was too hard for them to lose you too

But it would be nice to spend some time with them

Our family and friends...

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa


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This poem was too beautiful for words.
with love
shoepolish

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is so sad. I am so sorry. When my brother died, I was all alone, too.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I can relate to this poem very much because I lost my mother in 1999 and I felt just the way you described in this poem. It hurts when someone dies, especially someone you're close to. I remember after the funeral, just as in your poem, no one cared to talk to me about it, or even visit. I was only a child too.

Posted 16 Years Ago


You know Deb, I found this was the hardest time after a family death. You are right about everyone going on with their lives, and it is during that time that it is the hardest. All of the people that don'/t say anything because they don't know WHAT to say and are uncomfortable, that in itself makes it so much harder. We need people even more in those times. I learned so much during that time. I learned that it is not so much what we say or don't say, in that-it is okay to say nothing at all. What matters is having their physical presence with us even if they don't say a word. Just having someone near us that will take us to lunch, give us a hug, bring us flowers just to say they care, that is what really matters.

I have been on both ends-not knowing what to say and saying nothing-and then being the one that they said nothing to, and the latter hurts the very most-of course. We should never allow our discomfort or our lack of words stop us from being there for someone that needs to know someone, anyone-cares.

So, I do understand how you feel. I also found that it is important if at all possible, to remember special dates-like the anniversary of the death, birthdays and holidays. Not everyone knows this though. If they haven't lost anyone, they don't have a clue how hard it is to go through the times of silence a long.

Anyway, I empathize with you, Deb...I really do.

Hugs, Carole

Posted 16 Years Ago


All I know is you are gone and so are they

It shouts out to the world you still need someone there to hold your hand. Very clearly written.

You expressed that feeling of loneliness after all the preparing, gathering and such that goes with saying good-bye to a love one is over. You look forward to the time when everyone is gone and you can get a rest. After a day or two the calls stop too. You feel alone then, especial if you've rest. If you're feeling this now reach out to your family and friends. Don't leave it bottled up inside. You got to release the hurt and pain.

You are writing these poems with so much deep feelings and pain. After all the words make it on paper I hope peace washes over you. It is such good therapy.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very heartfelt and could be from any viewpoint. Also very timely as we have had our share of funerals this year, and another one to attend today and tomorrow.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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