My son died and my life changed;
Colour disappeared and everything was grey
Only Nature helped in my quest to heal
And slowly the wound diminishes but will always stay;
So colour became important in my new unwanted life
And I found it in trees and flowers, some travel and the sea.
There will always be a sadness as part of me has gone
But I thank my God of Nature for healing me.
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daisychain (
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Sorry about your loss but I am glad that nature is helping, nature has wonderful healing properties.
Thank you Goldfinch....nature is the best for me!
Beautifully written message of your journey through hell. I suspect you see the colours of springtime and the azure skies far more vividly these days. Great courage and determination in your writing.
Thank you burning-embers......yes, the colours of springtime an those azure skies now fill me with delight.
time is a good healer.
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