The Locket In His Pocket
20 June, 2005
Author: Terrie*
all new to me
livin' life
as a single parent of two
silently strugglin'
late at night
as my children slept
a always slipped outside
didn't want to wake them
as i was embarrased
when i kneeled down and cried
i looked up towards the sky
and apologized
to my lord
for these tears that come out
i wasn't lookin' for pity
perhaps just closure and understandin'
to the cycle of life
it's been three months
since the kids dad died
and i looked to him that night
for a sign of relief
i crawled in my now empty bed
i snuggled up
up to my husbands shirt
as i had done every night
since he's been gone
durin' the night
before i ever had a chance
to go to sleep
my mama called me at 3 am
she said, Meja
your husband just came to me
in a dream
his words were but a few
he said they would
mean something to you
he said ,
prayin'hands,jean pocket
mama said meja ,
i hope you understand
try not to cry
i love you
good night.
tears rollin' down
one salty tear stopped at my lips
my heart now in my throat
and racin' so fast
those jeans i always kept
under my pillow since he died
i placed my hand
in a pocket
i felt a tiny warm metal piece
it was a locket
of the prayin' hands
and the Serenity prayer
that he gave me
when we lost our first son
talk about oceans of water
that i did cry
chills came over me
then a warm sensation presented itself
like a mist of fog in my room
i breathed this longin' feelin' in
and my tears were magically wiped away
i understood the message
he sent with my mom
------- Author's Notes -------
this was an old write..i believe he wanted me to read and understand that very prayer ,as it would hold more meanin'my mom was a very spiritual person ,that day she was my husbands messenger, love and miss them both. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Taylor james (81.139.231.156) -- Tuesday, June 21 2005, 08:04 pm hey terrie*, this is a wounderful poem, i too understand how hard it is to grieve infront of people whom you love, you want to seem stong for those around you,its brings me a sense of relief that your mom had this dream, it gives me hope that my nana is out there somewhere looming for me. thank you for sharing |
| poisonivy (68.251.235.125) -- Wednesday, June 22 2005, 04:19 am such a sad write Terri yet beautiful as always...loss is so hard...only time helps...lovely write.. |
| Terrie* (66.81.140.254) -- Wednesday, June 22 2005, 06:38 am thank you, yes time heals ,when you make peace w/God .ya just remember good memories, over the years. and blesses you with someone new to make many more . |
| poisonivy (68.19.177.39) -- Wednesday, June 22 2005, 08:41 am yes he does...your work is as beautiful as ever |
| Terrie* (69.19.204.207) -- Wednesday, June 22 2005, 04:14 pm thank you sweetie, yes death a subject many avoid cause it sounds so final, but realistically it is only the beginnin' for our departed, i am sure that your Nana will get her message to you too..Angels don't go to sleep.. |
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