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Brandon
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By Dale Jordan Heath
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 Brandon

 

...your voice

is for the ages now, 

recorded

in memory.

Impersonations, 

your laughter and ours

still audible.

 

The urn that holds your ashes

I hold so close,

my heart beats through the wood, 

if only the pulse was yours

and there was no need

for memorials and tears.

 

The pain of birth was a prelude

to this loss, an unbearable,

unrelenting sorrow that no 

mother should bear...no lullaby

can soothe.

 

Life was unkind and I was blind 

to all that would steal your joy.

I would have saved you, 

if I only I could.

 

It was not meant to be.

My prayers heavy

and weighted to this earth,

I question my worth

and ask God, "Why?"

 

The blood cord once connected

son to mother was never really

severed. I feel you coursing

through my veins and I hear

your voice

and cry. 

 

 

by Dale Jordan Heath


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Submitted: Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Last Updated: Wednesday, January 19, 2011

About the Poet
I am a Christan mother, grandmother, wife, aspiring poet, and owner of a bed and breakfast with my husband of 37 years. I love to create an ambience of serenity in my home. I love soft music, the sounds of the birds in my yard, the whir of the ceiling fans,... Time has passed since the first time I wrote my Poet Bio...it has been three years now....in that time my life has changed drastically. We lost our beloved youngest child, our only son, to suicide. It has been devastating...shaking my faith to its core but not destroying it. I have not been inspired to write for quite some time now. I pray that I will be able to emerge from this pain and write with a new passion about my journey. Until that time I ask for prayers and that God will continue to speak to me and give me the peace that passes all understanding.


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