We loved him like he was family,
not just a pet.
Tag: grief
Unlived Days – Written Friday 24th August 2013 (Aged 38)
she never got to buy shortbread in lynmouth
she never got to see the cats in uffculme
It Never Goes Away – Written Monday 22nd May 2023 (Aged 48)
days go by –
and you still pop up in my memories
Lift – Written Friday 18th January 2013 (Aged 37)
especially when i am driving home –
and i need to tell her about the days –
or things she will never see –
or things she will never experience
No Longer Will You Say My Name – Written Tuesday 14th February 2012 (Aged 36)
No Longer Will You Say My Name i find myself doing things that i never expected and every day feels … More
A Face in Many Crowds – Written February 2012 (Aged 36)
A Face in Many Crowds i have written more about you since you died then i did – when you … More
Empty – Written February 2012 (Aged 36)
we still visit mum’s on saturday
but the cup of tea
and slice of cake
has been replaced
by tears and heartache
My Eyes Are Heavy – Written Thursday 2nd February 2012 (Aged 36)
My Eyes Are Heavy my eyes are heavy the heaviest – that they have ever been i am surprised – … More
Remembering – Written Thursday 2nd February 2012 (Aged 36)
suddenly,
i realise there has been a period of time
where i had not thought about it
i had not thought about mum’s death
What Would She Say Now – Written Thursday 2nd February 2012 (Aged 36)
i think deeply about her
but i do carry on
and i try not to collapse
even though i still cry
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 