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A Tattered and Fraying Fabric Revised

Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box 
screams the truth of what was and what is.
 
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And missing from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread,
a thread that can never be replaced. 

So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.

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James Peranteau Date: 3/27/2015 11:42:00 AM "What you bind on earth will be bound in heaven"<~~~~ understanding that is the link survivors of extreme pain find hope with my dear sister......much love, james Login to Reply

Richard Lamoureux Date: 1/3/2015 9:22:00 AM By reaching out to God your fabric is strengthened. The missing strand has been placed in a safe place and will one day be returned to the tapestry of your heart. Login to Reply Joanmarie Peranteau Date: 1/11/2015 7:47:00 AM Thank you Richard for those encouraging words. I hang on desperately to that hope.

Arthur Vaso Date: 12/20/2014 11:11:00 PM Oh No you are not, I write a lot of dark poems, I think that poetry is an outlet, if we express, then we can feel better, and when people read who have gone through the same things, they can relate and feel comfort too. Expressing is always better and win/win, rather than keep things buried inside!! Hugs Login to Reply

Arthur Vaso Date: 12/20/2014 9:57:00 PM Joanmarie I truly feel your pain and loss, if I had a magic wand, the miracles I would surely do, now I was thinking as I read your poems, and they are beautiful even so sad, imagine that if even 1 human soul reads them and thinks, maybe tonight I will not, Maybe I will go on, for they will surely see the pain of the living, and not wish to inflict that, then you see, all your words have such beautiful meaning, and trust me they do, more than you know. Hugs Login to Reply Joanmarie Peranteau Date: 12/20/2014 11:05:00 PM Thank you once again and have a blessed day. Joanmarie Peranteau Date: 12/20/2014 10:58:00 PM Dear Arthur, thank you so very much.... You are always so kind, caring, encouraging and generous with your comments and they are very much appreciated. This comment is so beautiful and so kind, but I hope that I am not burdening or depressing any one with my writes that deal with the loss of my son or writing about the experience. I still really hesitate to call my writes poem because I have much to learn about poetry and have only scratched the surface, I think more of it as creative writing.