Morning comes softly,
The light slipping through the blinds,
And for just a moment,
I forget.
My body moves on instinct,
Reaching for the day,
My heart steady,
My breath calm.
For that brief, fragile instant,
The weight is gone,
The world is as it was,
And you are still here.
But then it crashes down—
The memory,
The truth,
The hole you left behind.
It steals the air from my lungs,
My chest tightens,
And the silence screams your absence.
I remember,
And it’s like losing you all over again,
Like the wound has been torn open,
Fresh and raw,
Spilling grief into the day.
This is the cruelest moment,
Those few seconds of peace
Before reality claws its way back in,
Reminding me
That you are gone
And I am still here.
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Author:
Rhonda Elliott (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My son Cody passed away in a car accident on the 27th of Dec 2024 and mornings when I wake up is hard for me cause just for moment I forget
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Comments5
And the after moment when it all comes crashing back is quite the ride we wouldn’t wish on anyone. An all encompassing expression of grief. Sympathies your way 🕊🙏🏻
I am so very sorry for the loss of your son. I can not begin to comprehend the pain of losing a child. Your words are raw with grief. I found them so moving. Look after yourself while you mourn your beautiful boy. 🌹
Great write
Though your tears may still fall, may the day soon come when the memory of him brings a smile, a warm glow of the enduring love you cherished.
May his memory forever serve as a blessing.
A very touching and tragic piece written with tenderness about the loss of a child / son. I cannot say i understand the pain as i have not been through that, but i wish the very best in your journey of acceptance and grief, take care
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