Fabric of Life …
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates
Photo is of Tommy’s Chest, with his photo sitting on top. Photos/poem are both owned by me… Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
It strikes without warning. It’ll knock you on your ass …to the very ground you stand on.
The pain is so great, you feel it all over… not in just one place
Scream all you want, it won’t do you any good
It’s not going away… until it’s ‘good and ready’
Struggle all you want, pull your hair, gnash your teeth
You may as well pretend you’re in Hell, go with the flow
You won’t get out of this, I see no way
Yes, you are going to take it until… you can’t take anymore
Grief… yes, grief. If you don’t know it… go away, this isn’t for you
If you never lost a loved one, there’s no way you’ll understand
You go your way, I’ll go mine… you can’t follow here
I don’t need, nor… do I want you, you can’t understand
Is grief on earth the same as being in Hell?
I ask because I know no worse feeling than losing a loved one
A loved one who has died, quit living…. moving, talking
Someone who was a part of your life, your taperstry
Your child, your person… part of your life fabric
Now, there’s a huge hole in the fabric of life… your life
That can never be filled… there’s nothing to fit in it
Once that hole is there… it’s a forever hole