You were always the life inside our family,
our strong, prosperous heartbeat.
You always defied all odds,
kept pushing when weak, kept striving when tired. 141 more words
In morbid fascination, the reality of ones physical departure must be addressed at some point; hopefully, prior to a deathbed confession that involves absence of clarity in discussing with those needing to hear the last wishes of the soon, nonexistent presence once called daddy, grandpa, uncle, and other titles applied to relationships built during the process of many tears shed in joy or sorrow, the celebration of birth, the anguish of death, the memory of shared events, and countless moments that define who and what we are, and were. 172 more words
a movie i made about my latest poem ‘Got a Match?’