Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
I relate to her deep pain, I lost my precious son Chris a little over 3 years ago, suddenly. Now my heart and my soul are shattered forever on this earth, my life altered. I'm yet in that...
Famous Poem
Time Does Not Bring Relief (Sonnet II)
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I am in the 20th year of my daughter's death. That anniversary comes this October. Maya Angelou wrote a poem, one of many, about a great soul dying. Part of it says this:
"When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity."
What I did when my daughter died was find and read everything I could about the death of a child - books upon books. What we, you and I, are living is the agony of the deep, unreachable pain that is as big as our love for them was and is. I can tell you that the pain does ease over time. We get our wits back, at least part of them. We just keep on keeping on, one step at a time. We have to be very gentle with ourselves and avoid anything or anyone who believes they know what we know. They don't, of course, and imagine how strange we must seem when we don't do what they think we should. Look for words written by others who have lost their life partner - they know.