nicky joyce

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My First But Lost Son


Wondering around with bare feet
Touching the sand tickling my feet
The sea air filling my lungs
Being there makes me close to my son
Touching the waves feeling free
Wondering what he’s doing
If he’s looking down on me
Is he seeing his mum so sad?
Hoping that he didn’t make me mad
Thoughts are my own not to be shared
Not with someone that doesn’t even care
I’m not feeling sorry nor feeling sad
I was given a gift to which I was proud
Taking the time to write this note
Posting it in a bottle so it will float
Will say bye bye but never farewell
For you my son you will always be held
In my heart and in my head til one day were together again x

Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 14, 2012

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  • Rookie Victoria Gauci (1/13/2012 9:12:00 PM)

    This is penetrating Nicky. You have gloriously expressed your loss and love for your son. I can only imagine your pain. I have not lost a child to death, but I have lost one to life. Please read my poem Missing M. I lost my child to divorce and his father's opinions despite being old enough to have his own. I haven't seen his face or heard his voice for two and a half years. I know it's not the same as death taking him, but my heartache is so deep. I often wonder if he tells himself that I am dead. Thank you for sharing your poem and your pain of loss. (Report) Reply

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