Deaths Bitter Seal

Todays poem centers around and in turn comes from events of and from September 26th 2001. Because that was the day I held my youngest child as he took his last breath in this world. Such a thing could never be erased from memory or not as easy as folks would like to expect.

Thus as another anniversary has come and gone, my thoughts have been filled with a 5 year old boy whose hand in life appears to have been for some a short one that blew past in the night, for others one that left a mark and slipped quietly away. But for those who loved deeply, it leaves a mark that can never be removed or replaced. Thought some have tried replacing such a loss, the true effect remains for one’s life and yet beyond.

Therefore todays poem has been written in the memory of My Son Darren whose life of 5 years left a mark on my life that none could replace or repair. Yet our lives are here to live and be lived rather than wallow in deep depression that would be grief. Even grief that was all those years ago.

Thus my words simply are to ease such thoughts onto poetry and ease this mind and continue to another day.

If you should care to continue to reading this poem, I pray that it leaves you as a reader with something that you can take with you.

Thus Please Enjoy this poem if you can:

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Deaths Bitter Seal



The sands of time have passed, all seems too fast,
Our deeds and schemes may not last, but who asked?
For my thoughts are with you for ever more,
My tears start to pour, but memories roar.


To feel you in my arms as you slept tight,
There you felt alright, dangers would take flight.
Feeling pride beyond belief all was mine,
There was no shrine to dine, not any wine.


Still I feel your heart beat close yet divine,
No word could fit this feeling and align. 
To make my life shine bright, such mirrored gold,
But nothing could hold or break the sad mould.


On the twenty sixth day was your last breath,
Nothing left on the ninth month only death.
A door had opened that none could e’er close,
No shows or any throws would ease the blows.


Pain remains companion to aching grief,
Cold deaths feel sealed in memory, my brief.
When last I held you close my infant son,
My heart broke and ne’er awoke, life had spun.



 © Pat Fitzgerald 2023   

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