June 12,2002
Screams awaken me.Wake me from this nightmare inside my head. Pour sunshine into my mind. Green leaves remind me of new. Brown shades, of old. Sacred rememberance of love long lost, grieving for her. Old as life takes its toll, death due to natural causes. The only way we want to go, yet it overwhelms those who suffer the loss. Hearing the words from her voice inside, aching to look at her one more time. Aching to hear her sounds, as she moans. Deaf ears make sound so loud. Deaf ears of those we love. Falling into the abyss of sadness. Draining every ounce of my soul. I long to see your face. Mother's, mother.