Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I Cry


On 21 January 2013, my beloved brother-in-law suddenly passed away.  He went out for his walk, and never came home, having had a massive heart attack.  He left a loving, devoted wife and three children behind.  Not to mention a grieving extended family.  My heart aches for my sister and my nieces, and nephew; wanting to comfort and console, but knowing my words fall short so many times.  Some hurts are just too hard to write about.  But today, I was able to pen some words - imagining how my sister feels, and the emptiness that is now in her life.  This poem is dedicated to my dearest sister, Kate; my nephew, Matt; and my two nieces, Molly and Maggie.
          



   I Cry

I cannot face this world alone,
 not sure I want to try;
the future now so damned unknown,
 with every tear I cry.

You left me here, without a word,
 not even a goodbye;
now every day is just absurd,
 and every day I cry.

So hard to comprehend this plan,
 hard not to question why;
I only know I miss my man,
 with every tear I cry.

Forever you are gone from me,
 such truth I would defy;
yet no one seems to hear my plea,
 so every day I cry.


Kristina M. Hooper @ 11 September 2013 


7 comments:

  1. The Lord certainly honored your efforts today Krissy. Words so true & honest-thoroughly touched my heart! You have been blessed with a gift. Love you!

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  2. Thank you, Mom. I thank you for the prayers. God blessed me with a gift, but I also know that I inherited much from Daddy.

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  3. I'm writing this as tears roll down my face. This is totally how I feel....I love you, sissy! You have been blessed with a very special gift. Keep writing...

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  4. As always...such heart warming and so touching..I love you Sis and your beautiful gift!

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  5. I think of you all the time, Kate, and can only imagine how you feel; glad I could capture some of those emotions. MJ - thank you so much!

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  6. It's very hard... It's always tough and the grief doesn't ever leave you but it does get easier. I'm glad you have been able to address your emotions with this beautiful poem.

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  7. Thank you, Julian. Poetry certainly helps. I think what hurts more is seeing my dear sister in such grief; and there is nothing I can do for her, or my nephew and nieces. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog!

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