For Jeanne Marie

Oh god was quick; so were we
to come so unexpectedly. 
In final sleep we held your hand;
wept shocked tears in neverland.

Awakened, you to daylight, 
how cruel his sun so bright,
to darken day before the moon,
before was quite not afternoon.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
October 10, 2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Moore Avatar
December 9, 2012 at 2:49 AM
We never know what's around the corner..make your "goodbyes" last. Hugs, Holly
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October 20, 2012 at 7:50 PM
Your final two lines are so powerful, and your first verse the work of a brilliant poet... God bless, Keith
Austin Avatar
October 16, 2012 at 3:03 PM
It sometimes seems - like - sudden! A gem, Kathy. Love, daver
Dietrich Avatar
October 13, 2012 at 2:00 AM
Saw this one at PFT and it's just as awesome seeing it over here. You do beautifully with sad poems.
Debole Avatar
October 12, 2012 at 6:57 PM
Hi Kathryn - You write about this sad experience in such a sensitive and beautiful way. I agree that sometimes, depending upon what is going on in our lives, that what is usually seen as a positive like sun - feels like a cruel joke. - Gail
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October 12, 2012 at 8:42 AM
Thanks so much for your kind comment on my latest....we have much in common...lost my only son at age 21 in 2001 at the hands of a drunk driver...nothing worse than losing a child...it's backwards...we're supposed to go before them...have a good day, my friend - Tim
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October 11, 2012 at 5:35 PM
So sad yet so beautiful....please forgive my assumption but this sounds very much like the loss of a child...have a wonderful evening, Kathyn - Tim
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