She's Gone...
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
My sister-in-law died this morning, surrounded by her family, and my brother, who loved her as his soul mate. Grieve for these brave people who suffer through their bodies self-destruction, and celebrate their lives, she fought to the end.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
She’s gone, the awful dread,
spreads, our sorrowed need,
the vacuum bleeds
its emptiness into Time’s decree.
It’s done, a thread
denied, cancer
claims its dearth, demise
is such an ugly word.
He’s gone, into his head,
treads, the memories
of life before death’s strife
became the norm.
It’s done, her silvered red,
bestows, the grace she spread,
her husband, my brother’s fate,
was loved by her, we await
the slate of unearthed freedom’s weight
to gather once again and celebrate; life.
Erin Moen
11/12/03
Artwork by
my daughter
Copyright 2003 ©
She died as I was celebrating life in the form of a rainy day...
Companion piece:
Whither-way,
a lovely life,
whither-gone,
my brother's wife,
whither-will
your song be strong,
whither-'til
we meet again.
Copyright 2003 ©
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I wish I was strong enough to read this at her service.. Shan
whither-why
a family's pain
whither-writes
the poet's pen
whither-will
the tribute last
whither-'til
they reunite.
Love Tinka
Erin, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Helga
Now I understand the strength of feeling behind the other poem.
My thoughts are with you and yours at this sad, sad time.
This was so moving--->
Whither-way,
a lovely life,
whither-gone,
my brother's wife,
whither-will
your song be strong,
whither-'til
we meet again.
One of the most touching poems I've ever read.
Take care......All my love, Dani
my sympathies, hopes, prayers to all of you who loved her, especially your brother ...
and this is so beautiful, so meant, straight from the heart and an arrow to ours, it holds a special beauty, somehow, I believe it is your words...and the heart opening up for/about her, your brother and about all who lose to this diesease ...or any, my friend...a tribute and mostly and honest, just beautifully done, special, haunting, heart rent poem...
I... your comment, perhaps, I yes....there will be a time when there will be celebration again...even in the rain, of the rain, dear Erin,
Thank you for this/(((((((((you)))))))))
This is so very affecting, one...well, makes the tears come into my throat
Take Care, somehow and bless you for shring this...
m.
(((HUGS))) and i'm sorry...*tears*
love,
karla. you'll be in my prayers
I shall be praying.
Jack