by Kate Demeree
There are times in life when
Words hurt more than silence
Times I can’t put the words
Together to make sense
All are a jumbled heap
Now and then
One or two floating to the top
Let it Stop…
Times when inside is just
Author's Note: Loosing a loved one is painful.... writing lets the pain out for me
Posted on 01/03/2012
Copyright © 2020 Kate Demeree
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/04/12 at 11:09 AM|
We have missed your writng Kate..I am sorry it comes from such pain and hope that more tranquil and happier times follow this loss and the words you evoked to commemorate it.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/12 at 01:46 PM|
writing not only eases the pain, Dear Kate, but your writing eases ours as well. your writing is good for what ails. it never fails. never will: signed, Phil.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 01/05/12 at 07:36 PM|
I am so sorry for your loss..truly am. And I remember after losing my father that writing was painful but I had to do it..Hugs!