memories and child loss

Making Room

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

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Your room still holds the scent of you;
sometimes, I venture in.
One step across the threshold, and
the memories begin.

I see you lying on the bed
or sitting in the chair.
How many times did I pass by
and find you resting there?

The walls and shelves guard high school joys
and college dreams and more.
I never know if smiles or tears
await me at your door.

But either way, I walk inside;
my heart just can’t resist.
For when I do, I’m telling you
how very much you’re missed.

I feel you most inside that room,
rich shades of grief and bliss.

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“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. 
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, 
We will remember them.” 
― Laurence Binyon

Find more of my poems about death, loss and grieving here.

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