Posted in 2018

It was suicide. Farewell my dear child vcl2018

I want to scream, and scream . And scream some more.

I want to grab those flowers, rip them petal by petal

crush them under my heel

order them to leave and never return

But I cannot. I dare not.

For all my crushing and ripping

has released the sticky-sweet aroma that death brings

the memory of wizened old aunts and grandparents

linger in the ancient air…..exposed in all its fragility.

Woe, o Woe,  how can it be so young to choose

eternity.

 

 

 

 

Author:

A Wife, Mother, Grandmother with tons of experience in the arena called *Life* I love information, and endeavor to utilize it as practically as possible. I have worked as a Healthcare coordinator, HR Manager for over 26 yrs, and still employed (19 +years) as a Property Manager of a large complex (I joke that I’m the mayor of a small city). I have raised 4 children and have 8 grandchildren. I love to write poetry and short stories, cook, explore religious experiences and be in charge of stuff :)

5 thoughts on “It was suicide. Farewell my dear child vcl2018

  1. I didn’t want to like this post without commenting on it, because liking alone, in a situation like this, feels wrong. I won’t sit here and pretend I have the faintest comprehension of the anguish you are going through. All I can say is you are not alone, even when it feels like everything around you has turned to emptiness. Thank you for sharing all of this with us, and I hope it helps you even the merest bit.

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