Morning Reflections

No one sees the private tears

The constant ache inside

The everlasting prayers

To have you by my side

No one knows the pain through

Loving thoughts of you

No one feels my emptiness

Life’s helpless void now true

Knowing that I loved you

Knowing that I cared

Knowing this is not enough

To see you through despair 

So my prayers  each day are simple

They are lasting, they are true

I wish to see your smile

Perhaps a glimpse of you

Each morning grief envelops me

It seems there’s no escape

Only dreams and fantasies

Are hopeful turns of fate

Shared memories are endless

So too deep-seated pain

Memories are constant
And are all that still remain

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Authors note ~ I wrote this poem in the wee small hours in March, 1993, during the most difficult time of my life while grieving the death of my sixteen year old daughter, Chantelle ~ The words “no one sees the private tears” repeated over and over in my mind that morning ~ It was as if the words were being whispered to me ~ I was compelled to write non stop and within minutes this poem had manifested and tears fell as I read my words aloud  ~  This year has been most difficult I’m afraid, leaving me with even more losses to mourn ~ The timing of your chosen topic for D’Verse tonight makes re-posting this piece seem appropriate, almost serendipitous.

~Helena~

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