In this recently received poem Dona Lou expresses the anguish of loss. I can completely relate to her thoughts and feelings. - poetheart 04/20/02
Today, in jest, I said something
And was somehow reminded of you
In surprise, profuse and bitter tears
Previously quite dormant and silent
Pent-up in my eyes, for years
Poured out, released from behind a door
Tears I had not ever shed before
I remembered when you were a baby
How your hair was so curly and red
How we all loved you, and had hopes for you
And now you're so terribly dead
For reminders, you left us your children
But that is not what I recall best
You, a part of my own heart's connection,
Carved a hole deep inside of my chest
Why is another chain-link of my family gone?
Why did you die, why do I go on?
Why do the old linger, why do young men die?
Why did it take so fucking long to cry?
I don't know anything at all today
Except that it is very, very hard to say
Goodbye
by Dona Lou Pearson