Suicided Kids
Suicided Kids*
Mothers of suicided kids
grieve with a guilt
that arrives
immediately…
taking up permanent residency.
Unbidden and uninvited
settling in the voided heart space
of a dear son dear daughter
remorse... to never leave ever.
A hollow voice stuck on repeat-repeat
asking the same questions:
what did I miss...
what didn’t I understand?
what could I have done?
One doesn’t get a second chance
with a suicided kid.
One can never do better.
There’s never a next time
to try harder.
*term from Sinead O’Connor
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