We don't notice our plenty until it's too late and gone. We should learn to appreciate what we have when we have it. Or else we will fall into the despair you describe so perfectly.
You put the whole feeling right out there. I can relate! With my parents and brothers gone, I'm in the middle of a desert with nothing in sight at times. Kudos!
With every stanza, you hammered home the empty and helpless feeling that happens when we have great loss. I would feel happy for you for writing such a poem, except it makes me so sad.
My tenant came to me today telling me the story of her loss. She is far away from her native land and tries to support her family there. Her father died sometime ago. And, a very few years ago her mother died without her ever seeing her again. Since that, her sister died. Lately she has been upset because she had to pay for surgery for her younger brother, 50, to find out if he had cancer.
Today she found out. He had a large malignant tumor that was removed successfully. He was recovering well in the recovery room, when he had a heart attack. He was revived in the recovery room and that followed with another heart attack. Eventually he could not be saved.
She is suffering great loss and helplessly doing nothing about it. Your poem certainly reinforces exactly how she is feeling.
Grief and loss can bring us to a place of such emptiness and despair. I understand your poem fully, I felt this way when I lost my mom
Thanks for sharing, have a great day,
THE DEVASTATION OF DEEP, HEART-WRENCHING LOSS IS CLEARLY IMAGED HERE AND IT'S NO WONDER THAT SOME DO NOT RECOVER FROM SUCH A BLOW. I CAN ONLY THANK GOD FOR THE ONLY THING THAT CAN TAKE US THROUGH SUCH A STATE... 'HIS WORD'! HAB 3:17-19, JHN 16:33, ROM 8:35-39. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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Jane
My tenant came to me today telling me the story of her loss. She is far away from her native land and tries to support her family there. Her father died sometime ago. And, a very few years ago her mother died without her ever seeing her again. Since that, her sister died. Lately she has been upset because she had to pay for surgery for her younger brother, 50, to find out if he had cancer.
Today she found out. He had a large malignant tumor that was removed successfully. He was recovering well in the recovery room, when he had a heart attack. He was revived in the recovery room and that followed with another heart attack. Eventually he could not be saved.
She is suffering great loss and helplessly doing nothing about it. Your poem certainly reinforces exactly how she is feeling.
Ron
Thanks for sharing, have a great day,