#Reverb14: Certainty

Take a quiet moment to consider: what can you say right now with certainty?

 

Opening the brown cardboard box my breathing instinctively slows and with a deep breath, I lift out the tree, bound in burlap with a red bow, the one you bought for me.

Straightening branches and adjusting lights, I feel the tenuous link to Christmases past, the ones with you in them.  The lights blur and in a teary haze, I see you.  Somehow, you found the strength to give us that last Christmas Day for sixteen days later you would breathe your last breath.

Time nudges me forever forward but there is one thing I am certain of . . . I will always love you.

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In Loving Memory

 

I held your hand

as you once held mine

both of us learning

to take the next step

mine towards life

yours towards death

 

In loving memory of my dad

'X' Marks The Spot

 

'X' marks the spot
 

where I first found myself floored

reeling from the impact of a

ten ton truck

 

'X' marks the spot

where my heart was torn open

while others stood by
watching helplessly

'X' marks the spot

where hands closed around my throat
choking the air
from my burning lungs

'X' marks the spot

but there's no treasure
no matter how deep I dig

just an emptiness, a gaping wide hole

'X' marks the spot

of the sting, a sting I selfishly give thanks for

that's easier to recover from
than being

scraped up off the floor

heartbroken

or suffocated

'X' marks the spot

 of grief that still cuts deep

yet reminds me of how much
I love you

'X' marks the spot

of the man that could have been
should have been
would have been
you



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