Reflections at Close of Day, for Todd
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash
He left in his own
time, his chosen way.
I find in me
no spirit
to begrudge it.
(Though if I could
I’d nudge it far away.)
My world runs
gray, dabbles in
black as night.
Gone from my sight,
he took with him
the day.
The light is his
at last;
I cede it gladly.
Too long he
yearned,
no sun
upon his face.
God grant him
grace deserved,
sweet peace
unceasing…
a kinder place.
∞§∞
For more on complicated grief and the feelings
of loved ones left behind, read
Here with Me. More of my poems on death,
loss and grieving can be found here.
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Tags: bereavement, death, death of a child, grieving, mourning, suicide
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.