The day my son was buried

person with his hand filled with rocks
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The sun paled.

 

I followed your
casket to your
final resting place.

 

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

 

I walked heavily,
dazed,
behind you,
reserved.

 

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

Lorraine

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