Monday, August 3, 2009

name poem

Desire
Escapes me
Summer saps
Innocence with its death
Rays and I say my son is
Everywhere but here.

2 comments:

Catherine's Mum said...

Hi Desire, I hope you are managing OK since I last made contact.
I love poetry, and have written a bit of it in my time - mostly just my own thoughts and feelings at the time of writing - it has always been a therapeutic outlet for me when I feel I can't verblise my thoughts.
Grief is an all-consuming thing, and I'm convinced now, that that and stress is what has made me ill.
Please try and keep well and not to let it get the better of you. That "sounds" harsh, but it's not meant the way it sounds.
You'll see what I mean when you see my update.
Wishing you the very best,

Catherine's Mum.

Nan P. said...

Hello Desire,

I am a friend of Catherine's Mum. For some news, you might want to check out my blog, in particular:

http://nanp-journey.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-will-miss-you-helane.html

Catherine's Mum lost her battle on the 17th Dec. But she saw some "justice" just before the end... I thought you should know!