September is National Suicide Prevention Month. I have an all too intimate knowledge and experience with suicide.
Women smothered in black tears Children born shadowed by fears
She was comfortable in this chair,
its wings wrapped around her shoulders
keeping out the draft, in our draftless house.
Such is the weariness though, it brings about the feeling of being upon the waves, tired of the salty, make do, doggy paddle, doing what we can to keep thoughts above water, with the peaceful, stoic hope that each morning will be feet on solid ground.
Your body was there still part of her but your little excited heart had stopped beating. They called you Pea.
How does life continue
When your loved ones
Time is done?
He’s amongst people at a big table for ten. Just him and his book.
My mother died in 1999, but I still miss her as though she just walked out the door.
Mommy loves to tell the story of the day I was born. As soon as I was all cleaned up and looking beautiful, they handed me to my Daddy. Of course, I was yelling my fool head off as babies tend to do. He smiled, patted my rear, and snuggled me close.
But it doesn’t seem like long
So much has been going on
And I think of you frequently