Janet Lorenzo Poet Prose Poetry

Christopher

I’ll tattoo your name across my flesh
And let the light
Penetrate the symbols of who you are
I was raised up by a soldier
A warrior, a poet
Who taught me to support the weight of the label they gave you
To be the branch that does not bough with the load
I won’t forget to remember the brilliance

Grief is released to soar
Across carefree innocence
Green with youth fading into pastels
Fading into memory

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Teddy Kimathi May 8, 2016 at 5:05 PM So sorry Janet, for your heartfelt loss. I send you my condolescence....

Jan Allison August 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM I can only begin to imagine how difficult it was been for you over the years before and after your sons death. Many years ago one of my work colleagues had a sister with this condition and her parents had to watch the child round the clock on a rota basis:-( hugs jan xx Janet Lorenzo September 12, 2015 at 11:42 AM yes, it's a beast of a disorder. thanks for reading and commenting!