Alternate Worlds Explored Archive b/j

disjointed the last couple weeks as this poem hints

Out of touch with self
his birthday remembered
an opportunity denied
I remember gray eyes and impish smile
as well as laughter and energy

Gone these four years, beyond any physical reach
yet a constant touch in my heart

My days are all the same, by choice?
Maybe.
Routine conceals the passing of time
numbs the pain of loss
shields a mother from her grief.

11-9-15


Take care and may your road lead to only good places.

Deb

I'm the writer I am today, only because of all the help I've received from other writers yesterday.

Compassion and the effort to try and understand some thing that was not understood before is a step toward acceptance not only of others but most importantly of yourself.