She keeps asking me why daddy doesn't come home, and it's getting harder and harder every time. a story of a love that haunts you... The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time. a poem about an abandoned home with dead memories Haiku inspired by the call of the doves at the lake. This is a poem about grief and mourning. My boyfriend passed away at 19 yrs old and everyday is a struggle without him. My grandmother always called me her little butterfly. Short poem in honor of her ❤️ Grief is not a sign of weakness. It's the price of love. ok i went full sentimental
dont blame me.. ok? So, what really happens when you die? As, the cold wind calms Without the chill, I remember my qualms
[Sorry for this focus writing has always been an outlet for me, my apologies if its hard to read] ~if it helps one person through the pr... Because lately I've been hearing about shootings. Schools, clubs, crowds, streets... It's the same. It needs to change. For the daily prompt challenge funeral Just for a moment you’ve come back (to me) This poem is in memory of my beloved aunt, Kiki. If everyone was half the person she was, we would have a wonderful world.
Vinnette, my sister, is like a regular cast member in my dreams; she's always idly standing by me or making comments but seems to always be featured in my dreams. Two sonnets I've written recently based on some prompts from a friend. I was trying my hand at Elizabethan / Petrarchan sonnets so here we go!