All alone, a vast
emptiness. No one left, just
whispers in your mind.
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Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I’m not afraid to tell it like it is. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from.
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Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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Comments (33)
Vast love! You are not alone. You are a great mother. 💖
Highly emotive haiku!💖
Okay that blew me away. This is the winner in my book
It reminds me of those moments, like in movies, when one questions their own sanity.
Wow. This is a powerful one! Excellent work!
That is definitely scary being alone with whispers. Excellent imagery of isolation
Probably the scariest thing tbh!
A beautiful example of a few words providing profound meaning. Congratulations, Sandy, on your leadership board placement!💜
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
nicely done!
Yes indeed, beautiful and eerie! Love it!
So few words and so powerful!❤️
Wow… I mean seriously hauntingly beautiful. You chose the perfect picture as well
Well-wrought! What it is about an empty rocking chair that gives us the creeps? Perhaps the expectation that it might at any moment move of its own accord?
In the quiet hum of forgotten spaces, even silence speaks.
This makes me think about my life… there’s no one left… one by one my family is dying off. All that’s left are whispers of their memories. Well done, Sandy.
Fabulous!
The contrast between the vastness and the intimate whispers is really striking. You've conveyed so much emotion in just a few words. Beautiful work!
Benn there and share the emptiness. Well done Sandy
Made me think about the early stages of grief that feel so vast. ❤️
Atmospheric and undoubtedly, haunting x.
So solemn and lonely. Well done!
With so few words, you were able to evoke feelings of loneliness and fear. Excellent job!
I can feel the void and loneliness
Nice poem..... I don't think many of us realise how massive a blessing isolation can be. Noise cloaked by "company" can be a very big problem too