The day my son was buried

person with his hand filled with rocks
Photo by Alan Cabello on


The sun paled.


I followed your
casket to your
final resting place.


My heart drained,
my breath squeezed,
appalled with numbness.


I walked heavily,
behind you,


In a flash, you were gone.

In a flash, my ears, stifled.

In a flash, my eyes, blanked.

In a flash, my heart, stunted.


The sixteen years of life
we lovingly shared were put to
a violent end.



Living Intentionally


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