In the dream someone is singing the Happy Birthday songbut the speed and pitch are all wrongdissonantand the balloons are black and grey,tied to the toes instead of the wristsof still childrenwho play no party gamesand the clowns all have sad facespainted with smilesI wonderwhat gifts I would have bought hermy 14 year old daughter(who will always be 7)point, mootIn defiance/denialI will bake her a cake anyway,blow out 14 candles and wishthe world awaysometimes grief that had grown complacent safely and neatly filed awaycrashes into me full-onlike a bulldozerand in the dreamthe party is overa black balloonis lifted into grey cloudsand I watch it disappearlike she did 7 years agomy little girl happy birthday not
This shook my heart .3' This was well constructed the rhyming scheme was well fitted, but what I would change is 'my 14 year old daughter' to 'my 14 year old child' because for the rhyming scheme, 'painted with SMILES' sounds more closely to 'my 14 year old CHILD', rather than 'my 14 year old Daughter' I hope you got what I mean't LOL .__., Have a great day(:
&Sometimes Grief that had grown complacent Safely and neatly filed away crashes into me full-on like a bulldozer.& For me,that stanza,above all,hits home .....Like,as you say, a bulldozer. I try to spend my life looking forward to the ,hopefully golden years to come. Then,occasionally ,tragic phantoms from my past invade my mind,usually in the small hours,when I am at my most vulnerable.Your disturbingly beautiful poem speaks volumes for all those who have suffered an inconsolable loss.
Many many more birthdays to the child you love. She has not gone away but found the secret door and now views the world from your heart. It is a high and marvelous view, even if the shadows are steep and perilous. I am sure she is very happy today.
This is lovely and so sad in the same breath but you wrote this all from the heart ' and no the pain never goes away it only subsides for a few minutes a yr.When my baby died inside me it devoured my will to live; and still does but i know i can do more here than the other realms where the spirits all meet and wait for their loved ones to join; one day..
It can be possible that he wrote that only because he's known to be a jerk like that. Why would he have to write everything down, like keeping a daily journal for 1 year WTF! What a dumb ***! lol And your friend the wife, just probably wrote that back to get back at him and to show that there is two side of every story. She most likely guessed on numbers , but i think she was the most honest! LOL I think he made that letter, but now that we all have read it, he's the one that looks like an ***! hahaha He's a dork...if he had to write that to his wife...he must be doing something wrong...for reals!
