Easter Day - Not Good Friday.
This human
I loved
worked with
Lived with
in
my soul
A beautiful human
I know - loved - worked with .... and ...... she was 21 ........
when ......
... she was found dead with a cocktail of drugs .......
This day I will always remember
This day I will always remember her .....
This day, today, I would love to post a photograph of her hanging around my neck - so close ......
But would not be right .........
But I will share with you the words I clicked ........ about her.
I loved
worked with
Lived with
in
my soul
A beautiful human
I know - loved - worked with .... and ...... she was 21 ........
when ......
... she was found dead with a cocktail of drugs .......
This day I will always remember
This day I will always remember her .....
This day, today, I would love to post a photograph of her hanging around my neck - so close ......
But would not be right .........
But I will share with you the words I clicked ........ about her.
PIPSPOEM
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alcoholic at birth
mothers addiction
father loss disaster later
fateful crack overdose
and years of homes
sometimes called 'care'
mother herself
all too young
very young
without parental models
inadequate
sometimes called 'it's the parents fault'
raped and abused
abused and robbed
fragmented like hell
sometimes called 'tormented'
drugs and crime
crime and drugs
suck the life
drain the soul
shred the person
sometimes called 'deprivation'
ymca hostel
mission to care
mission to support
mission to develop
sometimes called 'hope'
as thin as a rake
loud and screaming
tearful and down
always a name call
always my name
sometimes called 'erratic'
drugs on
off drugs
relationships on
chemical relationship on
struggle to sustain
loved and hated
sometimes called 'dependent'
alone on her own
found on her own
died on her own
lay still on her own
only chemical friends
sometimes called 'overdose'
tears of the crowd
loss in community
death lurks us all
quiet at last
tears run silent
sobs rack deep
world loses a character
sometimes called 'bereavement'
how do I feel
the feelings are deep
she was driving blind
foot on disaster
hard as nails
fragile and bruised
beautifully broken
sometimes called 'love'
creator loved
creator loves
precious child
valuable life
loss loss loss
sometimes called 'a waste'
never lived
only survived
we need to care
in life
before death
we need to love
more-so the broken
more-so the damaged
more-so when it's impossible
more-so before it is too late
sometimes called 'reflective learning'
let these little ones
come to me
of such
is
the kingdom of heaven
the master said
the master repeats
now
when it matters
he retains the loving
continues the loving
the creator of love
keeps showing us
teaching us
demonstrating to us
sometimes called
'eternal love
everlasting love
to a person
for a person
we will remember eternally and everlasting'
pip wilson 14.04.04
...... and this song playing today on my blog - is her song
the one which sticks with me everytime I think of her::
"Keep on trying ........................... "
.