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Kathleen Hassall Poem
My heart shattered the day my son died
and it has taken months of going through
the motions to feel like I am living again
but I am different as my shattered heart
gets mended by God and my many loved ones
I imagine it pieced together with beautiful patches
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
Having faith that things will improve
Observing the blessings in life daily
Praying for circumstances to change
Eliminate negative thinking
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
In my heart broken fog of grief,
I realize that I am not alone
I have family, friends, God, my husband,
and so many prayers to sustain me
but it feels like the air is heavy,
the tasks ahead of me are impossible
and I am alone in the world
BUT, I am not and I will put
one foot in front of the other
and take it an hour at a time
until I can feel like I can live again
My sweet boy is at peace, and I believe
that and will fight anyone who says different
but how does a mama live without her boy?
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
I am not alone
I can survive the strife
that feels like it controls
my life
because I am not alone
I am strong
I can withstand what
life throws at me
day after day
because I am not alone
I am forgiven
I can live with the hard
memories of times that I
did not do the right thing or
do what was needed in the situation
and I AM not alone
I have faith in the one that is
everpresent and unseen
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
I see you, lurking at the edge of the crowd
with your eyes down and head hanging
When I do meet your eyes, I feel the impact
of the pain that I see there
It feels inadquate, but I offer a smile and a prayer
and hope that you can see that I care
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
My heart was shattered last Wednesday
It has been a week
How DARE time march on
without my sweet boy?
I still occasionally forget to breath
and feel like I am underwater
until my body automatically grabs
a huge cleansing breath
I am totally lost at times,
I foget to eat, I forget to grab
the medication I picked up and paid for,
yet left at the pharmacy
If people weren't reaching out and
soothing my bleeding heart with
the love of friendship and family,
I wouldn't still be here
But I have to stay strong, because
I have a fight to fight when I recover
a little. There has to be better care
for mental illness and suicidal ideation
I will sound the battle call when I can
remember how to be a human again
and I would love company along
that journey!
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
My grief riddled mind is racing
my heart is beating fast
and my breaths are shallow
as I wake up from a troubled dream
And I remember that my son is gone
I can't even remember exactly what
was troubling about the dream,
but reality hits the moment that
I fully wake up
My son is gone
I suspect this will happen daily
until it really sinks in
that I have lost 1/4 of my
immediate family
Because my son is gone
The nurturer in me seeks
out my husband to see how he is
handling the new day and we
realize that neither slept well
Because our son is gone
Facing a hard day with little sleep
is something we are used to now,
almost a week since they pronounced
the death of our youngest son
Our sweet son is gone
Losing a child is a kind of pain
that you just can't explain
and I pray that most of my friends
and family don't have to face
A son being gone
I keep telling myself to put one foot
in front of the other and accompish
what must be done to get ready
for the funeral
How can my son be gone?
How is this real?
Questioning reality does not help.
so I try to move on but I wonder
how my world will keep moving
After my son is gone
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
I am feeling like my words need an escape
There is no crisis, just my jumbled thoughts
and the blank slate of a new day
So, I take a deep breath, and let my soul speak to me
It tells me that I should be kind today
to both others and myself
And perhaps go out of my way to help someone,
while it may not seem like much to me,
it could make the day better for them
And just be a kind soul in a world where kindness seems to evaporate
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
How many seasons
can Spring weather imitate
in a single day?
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Kathleen Hassall Poem
After getting an urgent phone call
jumping in my car and rushing to
pick my son up and get him to
the ER, I am waiting again
He is hurting badly,
and my mama’s heart
is breaking for him, yet,
I am waiting again
After many tests and
very compassionate
treatment and a psych eval,
I am waiting again
Waiting for the hospital
to release him to go home,
he is physically feeling better,
yet, I am waiting again
Waiting for something that I
can’t force, although, I have
tried before, it doesn’t work
and here I am waiting again
A kind hospital employee pulled
me aside and compassionately
told me that this is not my choice,
it is only his, and I am waiting again
Waiting for him to be ready to
change his life for the better
and leave the alcohol and drugs behind
but I AM waiting again
Waiting for what could be a tragic
phone call or home visit telling
me that it is too late, I am left
Waiting again
I know in my heart and mind
that only he can make this choice
and while I understand this,
I am waiting again
Living my life knowing that
a part of me is in such dire
circumstances and danger, leaves me
Waiting again
This is not what I was hoping for
my child’s future and it
brings me so much pain to be
Waiting again
Waiting and praying and just
being here when he needs me,
each time being crushed
when I am left waiting again
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2024
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