Her Final Stanza I Refuse to Write

by Maple Tree   May 14, 2018


They tell me.....

I'll be writing her final stanza soon.

Her Epitaph.

They have given up on
a spirited Bird, my angelic grace.

Fluid fills her body like a slow drip
from a rickety faucet; the annoyance
of that sound weighs heavy on my drowning soul.

I remain in denial; this can't be happening.

    report violation
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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    ((hugs))

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    All I can say Andrea is my heart is with you.
    You show so much emotion,
    Much warmth and always hope
    Michael x

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, to be facing this is unthinkable. If I could just take even any of your pain away I would in a heartbeat. Strength, love, inner peace, hope, and hugs, big warm enveloping hugs to you all.

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You write that final stanza only if and when you need to, Maple. No one can truly say with any certainty when that will be exactly, but if what I hear about that bird of yours is true, she may just have some say yet.

    Take care and all my love to you as ever,

    Ben

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This makes my heart so very sad I couldn't imagine the grief you feel having watched your girl grow etc, it's bad enough losing a child you haven't even known

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