A poem about hope and when it dies. |
A loved one disappears without a trace – in collapse of Twin Towers – lost at sea – camping in wilderness – coming home from school – shopping at mall Initial fear, anger, worry, grief HOPE for good news Days pass Weeks pass Months pass Worry, fear, doubt, uncertainty live as your constant companions ... always HOPE for safe return They could be – unconscious in hospital somewhere – washed up on deserted island – held captive – run away from life, living in California – hurt but alive – taken by aliens to Mars HOPE sustains The day comes when authorities notify body recovered conclusive identification HOPE dies this day All HOPE dead, gone, buried Unbearable grief Better to know for certain? Wouldn’t want to always be wondering? Death is for forever Reality is knowing no chance of ever again – seeing them alive – holding them – talking with them – being warmed by their touch or laughter – having opportunity to apologize – telling them how proud you are of them – assuring them they are well and truly loved It’s a terrible day the day when HOPE dies and reality can no longer be delayed or denied. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |