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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

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

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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

judyanne

13 years ago

hello raj!!

lovely to see you... thank you so much for the great comment
love judy
xxx

Roscoe Lane

Roscoe Lane

13 years ago

Stunning,

Stunning piece of poetry, i love the simplicity in which you've said so much. Love Roscoe...

judyanne

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

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

Ian.T

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