and you are still not here

the calendar marches at it’s resolute pace

my eyes pressed tightly seeking a memory

but time has never faded your face 

children unable to say goodbye as life became less free

precious gifts stolen

too much they will never see

swallowing hard we exited the home we made together

one last time

unfathomable were the ideas of you not coming home 

grace endured as a white flag called the fight

tomorrow immediately became unimaginable 

hearts and souls gaping

Never Forget

When the world around you stops and a deep in your gut sickness arrives. “This can’t be happening” repeats in your head. It can’t get worse. Just wait. Ultimate fear begins to set in. Nothing is more real or surreal when you feel the best option is to jump. Disbelief lays down with panic. All unfolding in slow motion. And it just got worse.

A black line pushes toward the ground. Yellow smoke and debris mushroom in its wake. Blackness envelops the chaos. A beehive of activity all around. Attempts to reassure are needed, but fall flat with what you see. Eerie pockets of silence hang below once sunny skies. And once again amidst the destruction, death rains down. Unimaginable thuds haunt in real time.

White dust. Screaming sirens. Emotions flow unbridled. Tears streaming upon empty faces. The blue September sky is still there – holding angels – but it’s hard to see. In an instant everything has changed. Living on will now demand more.

Candy Pink

is there a message 

when candy pink dresses the sky

an ease back in your chair kind if peace 

is drawn out when nature’s heart is on display 

Franklin Farm
cumberland, ri

tell me departed 

do you see what I see

cumberland, ri – 9.5.19

the beauty

the pain

the love