Five Years
Five years ten days ago / you were on your way home from war when your Chinnok Helicopter was shot down.
My Son
He was OUR baby boy, born to ME and YOU / Lived a tiny life, with fingers and toes brand new / I hate to see you cry and I can not stop you…
Living Dead Girl
Come hold me here / now in the dark. / Warm this corpse / that is my living heart. / For though it beats / it cannot feel / slashed with w…
FUNERAL
Standing by the grave / I wept for my friend
Remember
Remember / The backs of the tallest people / Brown trees towering in a shroud of black / Leaves seen as the coarse black curls of hair / Fe…
Grieving For Mom by Ellen Hecht © 2011 All R…
“I’d never gotten the last word in with that woman, ever. Here was my opportunity.”
The Send Off
“Maybe now you’ll believe me when I say you were popular.” I tell him as I arrange the flowers I’ve bought. Obby’s definitely not a flower…