Imagine

Imagine that ears never again will hear the shining smile

in a loved one’s voice—that minds never more will memorize, or

seize the opportunity to see,

moisture

as it builds to arise, in that one’s friendly, laughing eyes.

Imagine that there never will ever be another time for an

enlightened

parent-to-child discourse; Nor, ever will there be a chance

to enjoy or to endorse

a shared piece of the holiday season’s most

delicious sweet-potato pie.

Imagine that all stimulating conversation is so cruelly

shut down—no longer allowed—as if despised—without

ever being able to suddenly pick-up—a new.

Notice now, how time flies as we realize the end has come

for all those warm and loving morning hugs

in which one can indulge, and savor, and

renew.

Unfortunately, I must admit, the definite finality

I find in the thing that so recently and unfairly was

done—

It is a sad and senseless reality in which I

unfortunately, cannot at all see, a victory, really,

for anyone.

Now please, just imagine that the only thing left

by this most imposing theft

is my prayer for God’s strength, for guidance,

and for His grace—by which I will get through,

(I pray),

the grand routine of just one more dark and

cloudy day.

Imagine all of this and so much more, then one clearly

will be able to see

a grieving mother as she now resides way down deep

in the recesses of each

and every part of a broken-heart and a profoundly

confused mind.

But, also imagine, now if you will, just how grateful I must yet

be

for the dear two beautiful children who now are left

and still remain so near…

Right here, with me.

The Hole Within

There is a hole which is hidden away seated in the deepest of depths it now is comfortably at rest
Once buzzing with where you worked and lived—it was genuinely filled with my concern for everything you were and all that you did

Included in this ancient piece was my concern for your success and my thoughts of you for all the best
But recently these have been replaced with the cloudiness of thin air—now emptiness and total frustration have taken their residence—they both abide in there

It would appear that I may fall deeper into its abyss
Though fully aware of my plight, I have no strength nor aim for this fight
With new feelings of hate, I have assembled myself to wait
Yet, ever steadily the hidden hole continues to sand-in just beyond the gate

It has been enlarged to include an abundance of
vast emp-ti-ness there,
How rare!
Apparently, this is the same hole within
which now
unglued
had once encompassed
the very essence of you…