THIS GRIEF MY SON.

In memory of my late son Oliver. 1984-2014.

This grief
has teeth

my son
it bites through

skin and bone
tearing at heart

and mind
(the deeper

the love
the harder

the pain
I find)

this grief
with its pearly whites

gnaws at me
through dull days

and dark nights
trying to drag me

to dark depths
shaking me

like a dog with bone
bringing me

to deep hurts
and aching moan

this grief
holds hard

bites deep
taking me

to dark dawns
and black dogs

of sunset red
and echoing memories

in numb
and hurting head

this grief has teeth
my son

biting through
bone and skin

tearing me within
but memories remain

strong and clear
and bright

which will
sustain me

through many
a deep dark night.

Reviews

[Listmaker]

Though Oliver no longer walks this earth, he will always be with you. I'm glad you are writing about him. I'm sure it is cathartic for you. My guess it is your way of keeping him alive in your thoughts and writing. Your wonderful writing is a testament to the depth of your love for your son. I hope the teeth of grief loosen their grip soon.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Linkmaker. Yes it is cathartic. It is a means to both express how I feel and to communicate that and see objectively on the page what is also within.

[Penlady]

And you do achieve that in your writing!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Penlady x

[Penlady]

Exquisite pain comes seeping through with words so gifted you...but if gift could be more than memory dear friend, I'd ask the power be, return to you, the treasure of your son...
Words from others seem so small in offering...but they are given in effort to somehow shoulder some of the burden...your writing is pained and precious...

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, dear Penlady.