Sep 2015
I feel so hollow sometimes
As weightless as your charms
Resting quiet at my breast
Bound to you in depth, by death,
I carry silent remnants
Like a noose around my neck
A porcelain heart
An Angel's wing
A silver crying moon
A heart of steel
A balanced cross
A grief too deep to feel.
I too am now a cloud.
As weightless as your charms
Resting quiet at my breast
Bound to you in depth, by death,
I carry silent remnants
Like a noose around my neck
A porcelain heart
An Angel's wing
A silver crying moon
A heart of steel
A balanced cross
A grief too deep to feel.
I too am now a cloud.
I lost my baby boy in May and I'm still trying to process all of the emotions. To lose a child is the ultimate sorrow. None else compares. I wear his heart from the hospital every day. The sound of the charms jingling when I walk brings me comfort, reminds me daily of him.
