Sakura. The Falling of the Cherry Blossom. Poetry. A Poem.
Cherry blossom, sakura poem.
When the cherry blossoms blossom,
they remind me of your passing.
It was the year when a cloud
almost obscured the sun.
It was the year when my heart
was filled with sadness.
It was so heavy to carry
the secret unseen burden of it
often caused me to stumble.
I did not weep, sometimes
nor cease to sleep, sometimes.
Though at times the loss
of you made me feel
that I might drown on the air
of a day in a world without
you as part of it.
The poem -
Sakura, the falling of the Cherry Blossom
is my own work and is poetry insprired by the loss of my father who I loved dearly.
Please do not steal this and use it on your blogs etc. it means more to me than it could to anyone else.
However if you wish to read it at a memorial service or funeral, then you may.
Please do not publish it in print or on-line elsewhere or claim it as your own work the copyright is mine.
You would not wish to feel the grief that inspired this poem, but if you have then my sympathy is sent to you.
added April 2012.
Sakura is the name for cherry blossom,
the time of year when life is supposed to be one's focus.
I drifted through the time of the cherry blossom,
the winter chill still grasp my heart.
It took a long time to thaw, the ice
to fall as tears. Bravery is respected
but at times it is the most self destructive
emotion. It is only when one unlocks
the grief that you can begin to heal.
Oddly it is like a wound upon the trunk of a tree.
The scar tissue forms eventually.
But it is a process that one must allow to happen naturally.
I still miss his smile - I will never stop thinking of my father , it just hurts less to do so as time passes.
* The photographs and words on this and my other creative hubs belong to me and therefore the copyright is mine. This means they may not be used in anyway without my permission.
a useful link for anyone bereaved and needing help and advice (UK)
- Cruse Bereavement Care
This is the Cruse Bereavement Care page it includes how to help children cope, what to do and how you might be feeling. Also fund raising.
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