last night
I dreamt about
Nathan
so while I sleep
he’s still here
I miss my son
“Missing Persons”
every day
I break down
at least once
there’s been this sense of
lack
of responsibility
one less mouth to feed
one less child to wake
less clothes to wash
one less attitude to correct
one less
clearly I found
part of my identity
in being a mom
so if you find that part of me
let me know
“Missed Memories”
[written 10/21/16]
do you ever realize
you’ve run out of time
you didn’t take enough photos
too little to late?
how do you get past that?
you accept
that IT was enough
that YOU’re enough
and you move on
living one moment at a time
Dirty Laundry
“What’s Left Behind”
it’s more than just
moving away
it’s not being able to kiss him in the morning
it’s not being able to see him at the table
it’s not being able to hug him
it’s not being able to know he’s there
it’s more than just
moving away
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