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[title] => Taking it Well
[time] => 2004-07-28 14:11:34
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[bodytext] => Taking it Well July 28, 2004 The hours seem longer, To me, for her, for everything… I wonder why I linger, In pain, in her, in everything… The room is emptying out, The mourners are going home. Some will carry the sadness, But soon they will let go. It’s not the same for me, I can’t just shed the grief. Time and caring won’t make me feel better, If I can’t have her back. And I can’t, no I won’t, Ever see her again. In my mind, only there. Her smile, and her eyes, Her voice, and her hair. No where is there someone, To make me feel that way again, Never is when I won’t think of her. In the car, driving away, Distance between her body, my mommy, Her soul already gone. How can I, when will I, Not remember her? What did I do to deserve this pain? What light in life is there to gain, When I have no one, no one worthy, Of sharing the joy, and the smile, With, my mom, so gone, already. Part time weepers, Drying their eyes, Casting their glances my way. Knowing they’re thinking, That poor girl, This must be a hard day. By tomorrow morning they have moved on, While I lay in her bed, Smothered in her smell, Wondering why, I’ve been put in this hell. While those part time weepers whisper, She’s taking it well. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Calista [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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