Category : Poems

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My writing life was born With an issue so forlorn When a deadly surprise 
Filled my pained -grieving eyes
A way to survive To keep hope alive
To lessen the stress Of lost happiness

When I lost my son I felt life was done 
Then I gathered myself I was not the only one
My family crushed With pain overwhelming I knew in my heart 
We all needed helping 

Together and separate We chose our own ways To deal with this horror 
And fight through grief’s haze
Two daughters in college  My wife and I home Began a journey With pain to the bone 

With so many thoughts And many new feelings We had to make sense
When our lives were still reeling 
My writing was simply  A matter of transfer My thoughts went on paper
To search for an answer 

Marc was  twenty nine  A drunk driver victim 
Our greatest question Why did fate pick him
From nineteen eighty nineThis new life began 
Insessently writing Over a ten year span

Three hundred and twenty poems later 
And the time of learning that we sought 
We reclaimed life quality 
As members of a group for support

Most of the writing The first five years
Are so bitterly painful Filled with grief-laden tears
They sit on a shelf Just gathering dust 
To read them again My mind would not trust

Then came the turnaround 
When the good life returned
But remember what we were taught 
You still can get burned 
The loss of a loved one  Leaves a deep scar  You carry it with you 
No matter how happy you are

My writing evolved with a thought  filled 
variety 
Whatever my mind said in all of society
I write now with passion-it gives me sheer pleasure 
A transition from grief to a creating
treasure  

But on that old shelf “My Journey With Marc”  -There still are some pages 
gathering dust in the dark 
The difference today - I can go back to that pain
But now it’s my choice if I read them again