Wading For A Year

Wading For a Year

This time last year you were taking your last breath.
How can it be good and bad, this thing called death?
I remember choking and running from your bed,
When I realized in my heart that you were dead.
I remember hugging my brother, while hiding my face.
When the stretcher came to take you to that cold place.
I understand from this world you had to leave,
Selfish, I tried holding onto the love I’d no longer receive.
I’m suffocating, gagging. I can’t find a release.
I feel so guilty knowing you are finally at peace.
I’m freezing cold and clammy as memories invade,
Through the pain and tears, I’ll keep trying to wade.

Tammy 12/14/05
(12:20a.m.)

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