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The painful loss of my Cousin Chucky...he was way too young, only 19!!!

Updated on March 5, 2014

The good times

The funeral....

He looked as if he was resting, all safe in his bed.

His body laid there cold, yet his face glowed so warm.

His eyes were were closed tight, yet looked ready to come open....

at any moment.

His lips were sealed shut....

his last words had already been spoken.

Suddenly I drift away from the pain, and I'm taken back to a

better day, all I can see are his freckles as they glimmer in the warm summer light,

his face smiling, so happy, and bright. He was my friend, my cousin, my play-mate,

a bond formed between us so close, so tight.

But now his freckles are disappearing as the darkness fills the summer light, my loss,

my cousin, my playmate a bond formed between us, so close, so tight.

Yet now its been severed, someone shut off the light, and I sit and wonder why you took his life...


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      Ryem 3 years ago from Maryland

      Stacey, I like the way your words flow in this poem. It is beautiful and heartbreaking. I'm sorry for your loss.

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      Stacey Kay 3 years ago from Upstate Ny

      Thank you very much Ryem :)

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