Hardest Day
I have already had the hardest day,
the day my youngest son went to heaven.
So, the days that I struggle now, seem to be
very hard at times, but not the hardest!
I know that I am strong because I have kept
living my life, despite wanting to curl up in ball
and never leave my bed again.
I keep going to work, living life, playing the violin,
writing my heartbreak in poetry, loving my family
on earth and trying to make a difference in the world
that became dark for me on the hardest day.
I may be a grieving mess at times,
but I AM doing my best.
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