saying goodbye
is it goodbye?
when you are not sure
if you ever said hello
Tag: grief
How The Truth Got Here – Written Friday 20th August 2021 (Aged 46)
and no one –
will understand how i feel
the relationships i had
perhaps it was never real
perhaps that is why i never called him dad
Mum and Dad – Written Monday 5th July 2021 (Aged 46)
i have the conversations with them
i never had in life
both hang around
the realms of my sleepy nights
Unpinned – Written by Katherine Garratt – August 2021
And very earnestly, small hands would spell out
I
Love
You
Mummy
With x x x crosses x x x for kisses until the flame sputtered out
Hardest Months – Written November 2012 (Aged 37)
we shared –
one final cup of tea
and we shared –
one last bakewell tart
Unwilling Experts in This Field – Written Monday 3rd August 2020 (Aged 45)
we have become too used to losing parents
and dealing with their affairs
we have become unwilling experts
in this line of work
Turning on Taps (Originally Untitled) – Written Thursday 15th March 2012
sometimes when it comes to raw emotion
there is no holding back
i treasure those last words
conversations and moments exchanged
You Were Human (Originally Untitled) – Written March 2012
i miss you
but you are not here
to hear that
to be told
to gather us up
in one final hold
The Day That Never Came – Friday 9th March 2012
another phone call
with formalities exchanged
no search from, ‘wood’, try, ”barker’
her former name
Bond – (Originally Untitled) – March 2012
death has found us
and took –
one of our own
it has found a place
turned into a hovel and called it home
