A Treasure Lost
3:04 PM
This poem was written by my dad only days after Aspen passed away.
TODAY AS I WOKE MY EYES
WERE CLOSED, I COULD NOT SEE.
I HAD MUTED MY SENSES SO I COULD NOT HEAR THE
RAIN DROPS FALLING AGAINST THE WINDOW PANE, NOR THE WIND WHISTLING THROUGH THE
SWAYING TREES.
I COULD NOT CATCH THE
FRAGRANCE OF SUMMER FLOWERS IN BLOOM.
I HAD MUTED MY SENSES AS I
WAS FEELING AGONIZING PAIN.
A PAIN LIKE A FLAMING
TORCH HAD PIERCED MY FLESH.
THE PAIN IS REAL CAUSED BY
ANGER AND GRIEF.
MY HEART WAS BROKEN BY A
PRECIOUS TREASURE I HAD RECENTLY LOST.
I ASK QUESTIONS BUT NO ANSWERS
COME FORTH.
I CANNOT VIEW PICTURES OF
DAYS IN THE PAST, OR READ CARDS AND LETTERS
EXPRESSING LOVE AND
SUPPORT.
I DO CATCH GLIMPES OF
LAUGHTER AND JOY, BUT SOON REPLACED BY NUMEROUS TEARS.
MY SPECIAL ANGEL BABY WILL
SOON FIND WAYS TO MAKE ME SMILE.
TODAY MY SENSES STAY MUTED
UNTIL HE TELLS ME "GRANDPA I’M OKAY.”
2 comments
Lisa...you don't remember me, but I remember you. Last March, we worked cafeteria together which is a thoughtless job. I didn't know you and we didn't have kids the same age at school. We talked about our babies. My newborn, and your baby Aspen! I went home and told my husband that, " I talked to the sweetest mom today." I am crying for you. I am praying for you. Please know, that there are so many prayers out there that you never knew, for Aspen and your family.
ReplyDeleteThat is so nice of you to say!!! I can't tell you how much your sweet words mean to me!!!!
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