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Before my son's death, I rarely pursued right-brained creative endeavors like writing poetry. However, in my darkest moments of despair, the words just seemed to flow forth in a theraputic fashion. Go figure. At any rate, I strongly encourage you to find some sort of outlet for your grief, in whatever form feels comfortable to you.
I wrote this poem shortly after my son's death. The feelings of anger and denial are quite evident, in retrospect.
I would imagine that every bereaved parent at some point is deeply affected by feelings of helplessness and guilt. This poem reflects those feelings clearly.
I'm certain that this poem was motivated by my dream "visitations" with Timmy. The healing affect of coming to terms with this entire situation is finally beginning to see some light -- a full three years after my son's passing.
I believe this poem reflects my gradual realization of a larger purpose to life's "events". I also found some element of closure in writing this one -- I haven't written any poetry since then.
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