Had I been there, I wouldn’t be here
You were there, with the car, your car and
the other, they say he was drunk
To me, it didn’t matter
You were gone
There were no goodbyes
You didn’t come home
We went to you
To that park where everyone cried
I cried too, I was 4
Walking by, we placed roses on that box
I remember some saying how beautiful everything was
But to me, you were beautiful and
I didn’t want a box
I wanted my mom
But you were gone
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Reviewed by * Twilah (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2004
A painfully penned poem, written from the depths of your heart.
Lori, real pain expressed in the way that it still remains: in the heart and mind of the four-year old who experienced it. I can in some ways identify, Lori, though no-one can truly know or share the depths of emotion we feel, because sometimes it is not fully understood even by us who have it. In many ways, I think we are all damaged children underneath our adult veneer - we have just learnt cover-up techniques. Words such as these of yours Lori, are hopefully catharctic for you, but also for those of us who likewise have damage we need to work through and let go of... many boxes that sadly we have never wanted but yet remain. Grace and Peace to you through these times KB
"I Didn't Want A Box" strikes that feeling of deep soul. It made me take a trip on the train of imagination and get off on age five...
I have enjoyed this one.
Gratefully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2004
Some things in life we never forget....
Sad, but a great write.................
Reviewed by HELEN THOMPSON (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2004
Some memories even years later help us get those thoughts out of the deep part of our minds and like you said on your sight its great therapy. Thank you for you sweet comments on my work.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Gloria
A painful poem to read...Very well done...
God Bless
~Michelle~
~ Sara
This is so sad and yet beautiful craftmanship
in your pen.....
Peg
Yes I know this feeling standing next to a open grave!!
I wanted my child not the box!!
Love Tinka
I have enjoyed this one.
Gratefully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Sad, but a great write.................
it grips the emotions!A truly awesome write!