Poems

one more Day

I prayed for one more day just to say goodbye and pray I love you more than life itself, so be happy and be yourself.

I speak now in different ways and if you look you can see me through the haze, out of the corner of your eye and in the teardrops that you cry, I’m always there I’ll never leave.

I’m in the heart you wear on your sleeve, trust in love and just believe, it’s amazing what you can achieve,  don’t worry have no fear if things get tough I’ll be right here, to shelter you from every storm, to keep you safe to and keep you warm, and when you think that I’m not there you only have to say a little prayer, and speak to me and it won’t be long, before you hear me in a song

Michael Carpenter

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That’s Normal

If you think you’re going insane
That’s normal.

If all you can do is cry
That’s normal.

If you have trouble with the most minor decisions
That’s normal.

If you can’t taste your food or have very little appetite
That’s normal.

If you have feelings of rage, envy or depression
That’s normal.

If you find yourself enjoying a funny moment and immediately feel guilty
That’s normal.

If your friends dwindle away and you feel like you have the plague
That’s normal.

If your blood boils and the hairs in your nose curl when someone tells you ‘it’s God’s will’
That’s normal.

If you can’t talk about it but you can smash dishes, shred old phone books or kick the rubbish bin (preferably empty) down the street
That’s normal.

If you can share your story, your feelings, with an understanding listener, perhaps another bereaved person
That’s a beginning.

If you can get a glimmer of your child’s or partner’s life, rather than his or her death
That’s wonderful.

If you can remember your child’s or partner’s smile
That’s healing.

If you can find your mirrors have become windows and you are able to reach out to other bereaved people
That’s growing.

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The elephant in the room

There’s an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with, ‘How are you? ‘ and ‘I’m fine, ‘ and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about everything else, except the elephant in the room.

There’s an elephant in the room. We all know it’s there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very large elephant. It has hurt us all.

But we don’t talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please say his name. Oh, please say his name again. Oh, please, let’s talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death, perhaps we can talk about his life. Can I say his name to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me….
alone….
in a room….
with an elephant

Tony Kettering

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To All We Love and Miss So Much

Their the brightest stars in Heaven Never far away Forever in our thoughts We Love them more each day

No more tomorrows for us to share But yesterdays Memories are always there

May the Winds of Love blow gently And Whisper for Them to hear How Much we Love and Miss Them And Wish that They were Still Here

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The Room in the House

Tea Toast Laughing
Plotting Planning
Warm Sunny
Wasps Honey
Safe
Us   Happy
Home
Him    Her
Stabbing
Trying
Trying
Dying
Still
Trying
Blessings Crying
Tea Toast Laughing
Roses Petals
Us    Her
Warm Sunny
Wasps Honey
Peace

Samantha

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