MY STOIC MAN.

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.

I guess my grief
is like an open wound.
It seems never
to heal over,

my son,
seeping all
over my soul
with its hurt and pain,

as if all
was happening
over again.
Five days forever branded

in my mind and heart:
Thursday to Monday,
haunts and repeats
the images and events

and the ward
and the waiting
and you
-you so patient,

-so stoic-
I wondering
if this circus of care
will lead anywhere.

Your final breath,
then death,
and an ever repeating
Monday of the same

soaks in
my heart and mind.
How are things,
on that side

of the curtain?
Do you visit
when you can?
I guess you do

-you my stoic son,
being there,
watching, seeking
to make me

hear or see,
that you are fine
and all is
as it's seems

must be.
An open wound
my grief,
the ache seeps

in soul's span,
you my son,
my stoic man.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Those of us who are left behind seek some sort of validation, to know that they are truly "alright", and that it's ok for us to go on without them...even though it is the hardest of all things to do. I remember days after losing my sister, someone said to me, "life goes on"...though I had no inherent inclination as to how. To this day, 19 years later, she still surges through me, and I know she always will.

I believe writing is a catharsis for the pain. I know it has been for me, and I thank God for that, every day!

Bless you Terry for sharing a part of your heart with us!


My best,
Kelly

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly. I know you are right. Your loss is still apparent to you and to those know you. Time seems to have little to do with it. I bless you and your sister. Regards, Terry