Today's Verse Love Host, Scott McCloskey, asks us to think about things that you’ve “lost,” like that daylight savings time hour that is not saved in spite of our requests! It many be comic or serious or seriocomic or anything “under the sun.” I have my share of comedic losses like the key chain that did not make it back into my bag from an airport and yet did make it back a year later and all I can think is they somehow searched my library card number, but I will never know! I'll save that for another time as this poem on loss is April's forever story.
The usual greeting was met with the tears lurking
Millimeters from the surface as "should be 26," and
"I don't know why I am so sad" burbled and
Long repressed miscarriages, moves, hopes,
Fueled grief, decades old, in one listening
Whose lost child "was just 19," causing her
Eyes to well with the tears of understanding while
I remembered the searing pain of telling my
Parents of a loss that surpassed pain, as well as
The life-changing call about a beloved grandchild,
That early morning message about an adored niece,
That tainted the twinkling tree light, and
That sunny morning destroyed by learning of
Her treasured child, still finding his way are
Moments where you remember nothing but
Their deflected pain that may eased, perhaps,
If only a wee bit, in remembering.
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