When Great Souls Die [Editor: this is an excerpt from a poem entitled “When Great Trees Fall”] When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great
Inspiring and touching grief poems and quotes for the loss of a loved one.
THANKSGIVING The time draws near And the calendar says Thanksgiving is really here. Time to reflect and time to gather Thoughts of what to be thankful of. Thankful? I think not. My life is not full these days And to be thankful is beyond my grasp. But to give thanks? This, I believe, can be
Home Burial Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963 He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: ‘What is it you see From
Are You There? by Stephanie J. DeMartino Hello, are you there? How am I supposed to look forward to each day? How am I supposed to live and be happy? You’re not here with me The pain of losing you still hurts too much since you’ve been gone I can’t shake it no matter what
Every Day is a Sick Day by Fran Gerstein When your child dies every day is a sick day. An invisible wound resonates from middle of your body, radiating emptiness to your extremities. People around you are unaware of its presence. But you feel it while laughing or despairing. It is part of you now.