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Memories of You

There was a little boy whom I called “Joshie.”  He had a face like sunshine. He would play outside all the time; never coming in when I said to. He loved to skateboard until the sun went down. I would say “Joshie come in; this is going to get the best of you!”  He would just smile that silly grin and look down. He loved to help the elderly for he felt their pain. He charmed them with his compassion and passion. He loved pen and paper, brush and paint, too. For art was his talent, it was what he loved to do. Awards were plenty, recognition was abound. Once they found Joshie’s work, nothing could turn them around. He loved his dog Oliver, just a little thing at that. Whenever he would lick me, Joshie said he was giving me a bath! Joshie was good with the little ones for he knew how to play. Make believe was his specialty and it was always a good day. Grandma K-K and he were very close; little spats now and then. The best she only wanted, so she gave much attention to him. Jonathan, Joshie’s little brother, was the greatest of all. He did want not to be called Jon-Jon because that made him feel small.  Joshie taught Jonathan to ride, and Jon taught Joshie to skate. It really did not matter for they always stayed up late.  Jingle bells and peppermint sticks; our favorite time of year. Houses lit with colors. What is your favorite pick?  Joshie awoke with the sun, while Jonathan wanted none. So, the stairs down Joshie would go ready to take a peek; deciding to open everything just so we could sleep!  But, they grew older.  And, Joshie moved to the city. He was not well, but he did not dwell, 
He just did not reach out to us. The evils of this world encircled my son and slowly took him in. The devil and all his workers really did a number on him. I reached, and reached stretching my arms long.. I called for help, but no response for he was gone. He was going down a path of destruction, and there was no reason or deduction. I thought I would watch him simmer that the bad habits would slowly evaporate. But, the more I watched, the more he detached and Joshie seemed to dissipate. Merry Christmas, Mommy!..... I love you, Joshie. But, can we go back to bed?.....Only if you take me, ‘cause there is no one I want instead. The last time I said “Goodnight”... they were burying him in the ground. The pain remains; the memory will not fade. I just want him around.

Holly P. Moore
October 2012

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  1. Date: 12/10/2012 9:06:00 AM
    Holly - I'll write you later. He was not his accomplishments; he was your little boy and always will be. I am so sorry for your pain. love, Kathy love, Kathy

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 4:33:00 PM
    this is So sad, dear. how old was he in the end? It's too bad that he allowed himself to be drawn in with a bad crowd because as a child he sounds like he was ideal! I had a friend who lost her child when he was a young adult too. Always she felt more sad than ever around Xmas, the time he died. This was a heartfelt write. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 10:04:00 AM
    Poignant write Holly! I like the way you've done it in narrative form and how you've started the story from the beginning. Losing a loved one is never easy - it's like losing a big part of yourself. Take comfort.

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 2:16:00 PM
    losing a child is so hard. Lovingly told story/poem.

  1. Date: 10/22/2012 6:56:00 AM
    so sad Molly I feel your pain,he is still around, in the spirit,don't you feel his presence sometimes,check out my Missing You

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 6:21:00 PM
    I found you by the suggestion of David Williams..this is so beautiful and heartbreaking. I lost an infant granddaughter in November you say memories will not fade but the pain will ease in its own time. Do it at your own pace there is no time limit on grieving. I send you peace.

  1. Date: 10/14/2012 5:10:00 PM
    Holly; this is very sad. It is hard for us to let go, but we have to. My mom just passed away last month. she had been in the hospital for 2 years and 8 months. I am sure that your son watches over you and he comes around every now and than. God bless you. Lucy

  1. Date: 10/10/2012 12:19:00 AM
    Holly writing is a very good way to express one's inner deep feelings, but poetry is the ultimate way to express them, and you have done it extremely well, it is heartbreaking, I can't imagine how I would feel had I have lost one of my three, a very brave and eloquent write, well done...David