Really
I have no thoughts-really,
As I sit here reading these letters.
Just nothingness,
And tears.
Tears for myself-really,
But they are all wrapped around,
My sister's daily battle,
And my sons' indiscretions (I am shamed by their choices).
Tears of empathy-really,
Tears for the wife of one son,
And the girlfriend of the other,
Tears for the little ones, my grandkids.
Tears because I am weary-really,
Of keeping my feet moving ever forward,
Keeping a smile on my face, and positive words to all.
I miss my sons, and I ache for my sister.
hugs
Kat
Edwin
Be well, Karen.
The depicting of emotions pondering reality... Really" paints the soul's pain seeking spiritual freedom.
An impressive poetic grand.
In respect,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
So brief yet full of pain and impact. Sometimes we parents work overtime at parenting and carry the burdens that our children should be responsible for. I pray you will see better days ahead.
Cynthia
what God in his wisdom must also know, you have the heart of an Angel and Angels' sometimes cry. Angels also though dry their tears, put their smiles back on and go face the world to do what they do best...care.
hugs
fee
Tom
my best wishes are with you Karen...
John
CarolHawks
Christine
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Aberjhani
This is wonderfully written and heartbreaking. Sometimes loving a person can break your heart, and you feel so helpless.
Mary