grieving a dead child

Light the Lamps

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death

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What do others see
who look at me

I am cracked pot
bird with broken wing
severed vine
unwilling shrine

I am fractured dreams
snuffed hope
lost place
empty space

I am choked roots
felled tree
stripped light
misery

I am watcher
observer of his demise
unconditional-lover
mourning mother

gutted, lost at sea
shine lamps for me

For more of my poems about death, loss and grieving, click here. If this poem resonates with you, you might also relate to Grief: Owning the Road.

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