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You slipped away before dawn.
Eternal sleep on a cold bitter day.
The doctor called to say you were gone.
He said you peacefully slipped away.
Losing you was more than I could take.
I am so lost and confused.
Loving you so much must have been a mistake.
I’m all alone without you.
I would die to hear you speak another word.
Or to see your charming smiling face.
On the wind your whispers are heard.
I ache for one last loving embrace.
When you left you took a piece of my wounded soul.
For you, so profound was my love.
The price for loving you was a high toll.
God must have made you an angel above.
So bless me Angel I am in pain.
Summon all the Angels to my plight.
Your loss make it be my reign.
And heal my forlorn soul with all of your Angelic might.
As many of you are aware I lost several people very close to me within a very short period of time. And I am my son who has a rare disease and autism and been through a lot since. We have been spared many humane things normal people would have received under the exact same circumstances but were denied.
I can’t tell you why except that I have a letter from the hospital sent through the mail claiming my Mother was medically cleared to return to work a few months before she basically dropped dead in front of the Christmas tree last year. Her worst fear was the death panels for which every politician called our house while she had cancer and she was terribly afraid of being and elderly abused person by the medical community. I count neglect as abuse but the medical community has made no apologies to us.
If I am angry about anything it is the letter which stated my Mother was okay and the fact every time I called and asked for Hospice for my Mother I was told I was exaggerating and she was fine. That was right until she dropped dead at that Holidays last year.
I can’t express to you have bad the psychological impact is on children to watch their grandparents drop dead and even worse to watch them being neglected by society. It is absolutely horrific. I would have removed myself and my son from the home before my Mother died and visited to take care of her during the day but limit the psychological impact on my son. Not to mention the horrific danger we were all placed in when the doctors load my Mother up on all kinds of heavy duty narcotics and had her driving all over town with my son and myself in the car completely unaware she was so heavily medicated.
It is the cults of medicine and politics that are killing this country. Science needs to intervene.
I wrote this poem not following any specific format or rhyming scheme but just to try and relay what I feel. So this poem is not fancy or sophisticated but one filled with emotion. It was very hard to write because I have to try and make sense of something so painful and horrific. But perhaps I will have exercised some of my demons about this out of me. Perhaps this poem will help me come a little bit closer to healing.
Silly right? To believe poetry could heal a wounded soul. Perhaps it is but then again poetry has survived many centuries in our culture and you have to wonder why. It must have a function. So perhaps you can summon angels to heal your soul with a poem.