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Jul 16, 2012
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forgive me
when he was called back Home I hated You
for stealing such a treasure from my world
I screamed at You and begged it be untrue
anathema I, to the heavens, hurled
ashamed, I ask now that You will forgive
my petty, childish, human ignorance
in questioning the reason, Your own motive
in making me abide within his absence
for since assured acceptance has begun
I fully understand I should not whine
because deep down I know he was Your son
long before he ever came as mine
.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
raj
13 years ago
What a wonderful way Judyanne
What a wonderful way Judyanne to reconcile with an immense loss of flesh n blood...
for since assured acceptance has begun
I fully understand I should not whine
because deep down I know he was Your son
long before he ever came as mine
judyanne
13 years ago
hello raj!!
lovely to see you... thank you so much for the great comment
love judy
xxx
Roscoe Lane
13 years ago
Stunning,
Stunning piece of poetry, i love the simplicity in which you've said so much. Love Roscoe...
judyanne
13 years ago
thank you roscoe
for the very supportive comment
love judy
xxx
scribbler
13 years ago
Hi Judy
Time Does heal doesn't it?..............stan
judyanne
13 years ago
yes stan
once one realises that there are two other certainties along with death and taxes
- now and change....
love judy
xxx
loved
13 years ago
I should not whine
after they all told me
not to whine
this whining is catching on like
pneu -what -monia
glad raj also joins in
judyanne
13 years ago
lol
thanks loved
hugs
judy
xxx
Rula
13 years ago
Too much impressive!!
Almost brought tears into my eyes .Can't say more!!
judyanne
13 years ago
dear rula
thank you very much
love judy xxx
arja
13 years ago
...there's nothing to crit.
...there's nothing to crit..its something close at heart..and i like it.. ;)
judyanne
13 years ago
thank you arja
for the visit and the very supportive comment
love judy
xxx
Ian.T
13 years ago
Judyanne
That you can scream at the returning home of one so dear and write about it is a beautiful thing.
That tears form is a show indeed of the things you have had to accept of this life, Beautifully written by a beautiful Spirit, for a beautiful Spirit,
Yours Ian
judyanne
13 years ago
thank you ian
for the very lovely words
love judy
xxx