http://slow.writerscafe.org/Khart038 The original writings of author KateH038 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779142314 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another one for my son. May you rest in peace, Jakob. I miss and love you more than words…. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/3129004/ Once Upon a TimeOnce upon a time, the way I felt meant the most,My presence lit every room, and I was happy to boast.Not of gold, riches or fame, nor any power I could wieldBut the freeing of quiet truths that I'd now dare to shield.Back then, a glance could spark a thousand dreams,And j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2958755/ For my son, who left too soon….I love you and miss you more than my words could ever accurately describe. RIP baby boy. 8/01/2002 - 12/16/2021 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2954100/ If I could pause the hands of time, I'd mend the past, restore its rhyme.I’d wipe away tears, unsay the pain,elude the storm clouds, escape the rain. I’d take back harsh words I let fly free,rewrite my own narrative, change parts of the old me.Hold tightly to love I let s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2929306/ Dear self, I really wish I knew the way
 To gather the pieces of you that went astray,
To cradle your hurt, make you feel whole, 
To soothe the anguish within your soul.Your pieces lie dormant where shadows weep,
A heavy heart sets in as your ache runs deep,
Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2925843/ I began this poem shortly after my son passed away in Dec of ‘21 but am just now really “finishing” it. Hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2905651/ I do NOT take credit for this piece. This was written and shared with me by my daughter, Morgan, who granted me permission to share here. Written about her older brother and my oldest, Jakob RIP💙 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2835590/ - Unable to halt this slow motion - my entire world crumbling apart. - I instantly whisper to myself, “this ,too, shall pass,” but how does one patch a broken heart? - I can’t even be sure how I make it through each day, with having so much on my heart, yet having nothing to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2822593/ A kind of “response” sort of poem/other half of my previous piece titled- Dear Son http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2814157/ To my 1st love, my 1st born, my 1st vision of TRUE LOVE. I’m broken since you’ve gone…I love and miss you, Jakob. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2812709/ For my son...I hope you finally find your peace...and when I get there, I find you waiting...I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2798610/ - this unforeseen juncture, forced its way into my life, leaving me only to discover I was now solitary, lost... unknowingly, I abandoned some things that I hold most precious to me and I’m still paying heavily for that sizable cost.- Many empty, shallow breaths, assist in helping to make th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2772931/ - I part my lips to speak...disconnected emotions, massive and largely profound. If you only knew the amounts of tears that fell down my cheeks, from within my soul, when you are not around.- I cannot explain to you why, the days that I seem like I feel bad. I can’t explain it to myself - s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2771458/ I wrote this, I guess one would call it a short story, for/about my friend, David. It's not finished. I feel that I've left something out in the middle. Opinions welcomed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2109646/ For my friend, Jacob, who is so much more unique than simply unique http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2067296/ Written for my friend, Sam - the stoner lolol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2008627/ -  My mind is racing, jarred with confusion and I'm scared to speak a word. A low, soft whimper parts from my lips, yet the sound remains unheard. -  My heart thrums almost unnoticed and warily, at a slow and trudging pace. The tears housed within my heart threatening to spill over as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2002530/ For my brother....rest in paradise. I'll see you when I get there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/2000476/ I wrote this about my brother who passed 6 longs years ago.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974119/ I wrote this at a time when I was in an abusive relationship.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974117/ A sky of velvet black beholding sparkling jewels gleaming within it's grasp. These orbs so beautifully aglow, emit their brilliance throughout the rich, vast sky. These mesmerizing splendors are paired with an ever so light, crisp wind that gently grazes the hair on the nape of my neck as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974112/ I am in need of affection, diligence, the feel of warm skin next to mine. My body aches for a caress that hold me drawn. My mind, my heart- they spiel to me in the clearest of tones yet, my fulfillment remains lacked. A beautiful piece of flesh, so forthcoming is laid at and upon my fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974108/ Sleepless nights, a wandering pen; clashing of dawn and daylights end. Swallowed by thoughts, a weakening mass. Strength is lessened as time is passed. Empty expressions with a deserted stare. Feeling plenty, yet with nothing to share. Listless days, preceding hollow night. A fulfi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974106/ Tussled speculations of many. I wonder - what could they be? Scarring looks of plenty, the conclusion - it's obviously me. Reasoning with probable cause and lack of present graces, the cause of unsettling silence and spiteful, dismal faces. Massive gaps of distance, set in place by sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974104/ Just a cute short poem that I wrote for my 12 year old daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1974101/ Wild thoughts, they run through my head, like a monster unleashing, that hasn't been fed. Image after image, flash after flash, a pain in my stomach like a gaping gash. Shaking, nervous and numb to the bone, swiftly arising is the feeling of being alone. A dreadful thing that disru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964961/ For my kids....my reasons for breathing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964958/ Treetops whistle and sway, rustling leaves across the frigid earth. Sunlight - sparse and spotty as patches of clouds sail the sky above, determining the placement of shadows. A clear view between the pines and across the lawn, tell of the season, even through just a quick window glance. Dec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964756/ A well known, "hole in the wall," kind of place. The thin door is my only separation from the outside world. The traffic that can be heard never ceases, at least not for long. Common drapery, common commodities, colors of common upon the walls slowly become more visable with the sun's new ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964742/ For my babies....no love could ever compare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964733/ - Doors aligned in a so-called neighborly fashion, adorning tags consistent with a numerical or chronological order. - Comers and goers are the brief possessors of these doors with numbers- their insides seemingly locked tight within. - Few and far between, familiarities tend to be noticed amon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964637/ - In every wake I'm awakened, I venture an aimless path and this life is getting old. - A hollow mass I can barely fill. Fortune does NOT favor the bold. - Praying for forgiveness before turning in each night...an opportunity, just one more chance to again make things right. - Once a life in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964636/ Another one for my son http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964635/ I wrote this for my son who is going through a rough time right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964631/ - What a beautiful summer night with breezes soft to blow. Flickering stars above, one of natures finest shows. - The tune of crickets in the background, weaving with the night. The smell of fresh air, taking it in- this beauty without the lights. - Across vast lawn, through moist grass and to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964630/ I wrote this for a friend who was struggling with drug addition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964629/ A night in the south http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964619/ - No more tears in streams, like that of pouring rain. Instead, a heart of stone like structure, with a numbness to the pain. - Life will make a shift, here and there a turn. Be swift to learn from a lesson, for fire precedes the burn! - Remain nimble on your feet, accept heartache as lesser pri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964618/ This world we live in.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964617/ This is for my "mother." Hate is a strong word...I reserve it for the truest of meanings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964615/ For my kids ♡♡♡♡ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964612/ Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin. In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences now jaunting, lusts for patent aloud. Burly rolling wisps, perspiration- ample the air, this lightless ness with breaths fleetly, as if no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964608/ Written about an ex... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964606/ Here in the south, it doesn't snow often. I wrote this piece about 4yrs ago when these southern skies actually brought snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964603/ A love so close yet, so far away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964601/ I wrote this for my kids http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Khart038/1964600/