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In grieving love, to my parents.
Watch the sunset, and become part of the sunrise
This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother who died from Cancer in May. The grief comes and goes, but tonight it hit me hard again, therefore I thought I would write about it.
I believe Cancer hits a nerve with everyone somehow, and it keeps me going to know the amazing strong people out there...
This is a poem for All mother's out in this world that has lost a child or children to let them know they are not alone.
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Rory Starling
This is a story that I wrote for a Creative Writing class, comments are appreciated since I keep editing it bit by bit.
Short Story | Updated Apr 20, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote for cancer, purely from the heart. Enjoy!
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This book is about the loss of my son and how I have managed to take such a tragedy and turn it into a positive way to help others. I want parents who have lost a child realize they are not going through this alone.
The emotions felt, the decisions dealt...with the loss of a soulmate.
Itâ€™s not like it matters, anyway.
Ashes to ashes. Thatâ€™s all weâ€™ll ever be.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Laura visits the cemetery in the middle of the night to grieve. Takes place in 1883.
I could re-title and call it 10 years later, barely getting by...My Grandma made my world. The world seemed good then. She used to tell me that the only reason she was here was to love me...NOTHING will ever be the same again
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Billy Casper
My Sister was an Angel on earth and now she's an Angel in Heaven. But she shouldn't be in Heaven yet... She shouldn't be dead.
Some readers may find this poem a little upsetting but it's how I feel while I'm still grieving the killing of my Sister.
By Bill Rayburn
A woman wonders how she has let her life get to the self-loathing, disappointment-filled stage that she suddenly finds herself.