Journal Entry - July, 2018

Michael Anthony

I keep calling my mother's voicemail,

though she’s been gone for months,

to hear her voice again

 

I consider leaving a message, but don’t

I will though, but not just now

Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow


Even with loss in bloom,

I’m sure I’ll be stronger soon

Maybe I’ll think of something to say

when the memories aren’t crashing in all around me

 

It’s just a simple message to leave

You’ll be there one more time for me

so we can talk about how we’ve been

here among the ashes

  • Author: Michael Anthony (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2021 11:29
  • Category: Family
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Thank you, Michael. You provide a touching portrait of grief and loss very real and personal, not abstract or clinical.

    • Michael Anthony

      Always appreciate your visits Dave - thank you!

    • Goldfinch60

      Fine emotive words Michael, she will be forever with you.

      Andy



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