At the end of a life
Memories fill a void
Loss that cuts like a knife
Ones we try to avoid
Separation and loss
Acceptance and change
Take the check, pay the cost
Everything rearranged
Fragile hearts, break like glass
Fractured parts, treasured trash
Mended and put on display
Blood red rose, turned to gray
Bite of tongue, kiss of cheek
Song is sung, as we speak
Scent of flowers, on the grave
Nothing unsaid, no feelings saved
Tears fall unkept, healing and pure
Cling to whats left, help find the cure
Love cycles round, from birth to death
What’s lost is found, life’s captured breath
Tomorrow new, the past released
Dark shades of blue, blend into peace
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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Comments (6)
Virtually every funeral I've ever conducted could be described as you just did, Kelli. But tomorrow we do a wedding.
What a pretty way to describe and look at a funeral.
This is the ultimate truth. Loved your poem!
So much truth in every line. Beautifully written.
Very Inspiring, thank you
That is beautiful, my friend. Sending hugs and healing thoughts.