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SET YOU FREE-PART 1

I suffered a lot with my grief after I lost my five-year-old son; I wanted to die. I could not wake up each morning to face the pain. I grieved for a long time. Because of my music I wake up now each day with joy. I was an illustrator for thirty years, but now I am a writer and composer. It has helped me very much to express my pain through my music. Continue reading

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EVERY SEASON YOU COME BACK TO ME-PART 1

It is momentous for me that I wrote a completely, new song last week. My song addresses my grief, which always reappears with my child’s approaching birthday and death day. After many years, I accept that my child is truly dead. However, I feel like he is still with me in a different way, and that gives me comfort. After many years, I cannot wait to wake up because I love my writing and my music. There are so many things I want to express. Continue reading

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YOU ALWAYS RETURN

What words could she write? She always began to write lyrics by scrawling anything that came to mind. She searched for words to explain how her “ache” felt and they came to her. The new lyrics held exquisite rhymes, never an easy feat for a songwriter. She always avoided clichés whenever possible. Her song was born! She felt amazement that no chords or melody had ever existed for this song before; it was completely new. She had a lot of difficulty playing her song without crying.
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YOU’LL SURROUND ME IN THE BREEZE

I remembered how Jason’s tiny body would comfortably lay my chest. His tousled, light brown hair would tickle my cheek as his soft head rested upon my shoulder. As the memory came to me, I felt grief tear through my heart. I gasped as it quickly rushed out of me and into the breeze. A single tear trickled down my cheek. I left the cemetery. There were no more tears.
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