Joshua

Just as a man
Of joy and laughter not filled within
Speak not of the pain and destruction you felt 
Held it in all these years...why, we could have helped 
Up, we could have held you...but you never spoke of it, for this was unknown 
All of it...all of it...none it known.

©Holly P. Moore
   October 2012

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Kathryn Collins

December 10, 2012 at 8:59 AM

I weep for you my friend. Too many if onlys and why did I do that. or didn't do that or know that. Fruitless. Each of us has our own journey. love, Kathy

Andrea Dietrich

December 3, 2012 at 6:52 PM

Holly, this is good for you to keep writing it out of yourself. My friend Floria did the same thing when her son died young. And in the process, she discovered she was a poet and began writing other things as well. I cannot seem to locate that poem "the three of us" or something like that. I looked and didn't see it. Maybe I just passed it by? WEll, I will see you later. Luv, Andrea