Monday, September 29, 2008

Hard times...

There are times in the car when I just start crying and say aloud, to no one, "I miss my son".

1 comment:

Joe said...

grief embraced

my body rages
do not go gentle
into that good night
constricted chest
throat raw
knotted shoulders
watery eyes
feet dragging
please, no solace
no surrender to peace
can't loose my hold
must remember
my memories.