Tag: grief
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Three is the Number
Three is the number that should have been four three is enough but I still mourn the more © ceenoa
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A Dream and a Wish
I had a dream of you last night I heard your voice, I saw your face and it woke again the yearning from it’s quietly slumbering place that desperate sense of needing which years have mercifully worn away the savage grief dispersed through life’s anaesthetising day and even though they carry sorrow I long to…
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Dip my Head
I dip my head under the water, to be re-assured my heart still beats rhythmic and strong pulsing life throughout my body I hold my breath, it gently slows but just like my grief eventually I must let go © ceenoa 10/5/2014
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Remembering – or Not
Reading a post by Karen on “days and months” and Lhu Wen Kai made a comment that got me thinking, about something I try hard NOT to think about – memories. Part of what Karen said was: My formative years wiped out. In conversation I couldn’t remember very much of our time together and somehow felt…
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