I WROTE
When they said my sons would die,
I did not rant, I did not cry,
I wrote.
If there was no one to tell,
I did not moan, I did not yell,
I just wrote.
Times I thought I could not cope,
I grasped my pen, I gathered hope,
And I wrote some more.
I cannot explain it now,
But it healed my soul somehow,
When I wrote.
And I know it's been worthwhile.
Since poetry brought back my smile.
As I wrote.
Now I'm writing more and more,
I cannot stop, I can't keep score.
I just write.
And I must keep on writing; it's the reason I'm still sane
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a word until I lost my son..and then it seemed my soul just
opened up and I wrote a 40 page memorial for him..mostly of my
sorrow and grief..and my family wondered at how I could possibly
do this...well I had to do it...it just happened and it truly
frightened me at first...my fingers moved automatically and I
never gave it a thought but words just appeared on the paper..
and so I wrote and so I write today....we do have a lot in common.
I hope to read more of you when time allows...take care..floria