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A Mama's Heart

My mama's heart is heavy greaving
Ugly sobs are not leaving
Heavy sighs
Silent cries
Daily prayers to sustain
Are all that are keeping me sane
Grateful that family and friends
To my bleeding heart tends
Surviving 
but not thriving
But God is carrying me
thanks to my ongoing plea

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HOPE

Having faith that things will improve
Observing the blessings in life daily
Praying for circumstances to change
Eliminate negative thinking

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Faith

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

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A mama's grief

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?

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I see you

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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Gone

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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Shattered

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!

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My Soul Speaks Kindness

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

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Annual Question

How many seasons
can Spring weather imitate
in a single day?

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The Pen

I remember that day clearly
even though it was 37 years ago-
I was off on a new adventure
because I had just moved into
the dorm for my freshman year of college
but I had no idea how my life was going
to change in a very simple moment
I went to the student center to pick up
my schedule and register being there
before classes started the next day
I remember feeling nervous about
not knowing anyone and being an introvert
in a totally new situation is hard,
but then...........the person in front of me
asked if he could borrow my pen
and it began.........a life long friendship
just chatting and sharing our schedules
and noticing we had FIVE classes together
I know now that it was meant to be....
the beginning of a beautiful friendship!