Writing Prompt Day 21 – She was the Sun

Dahlia pink
Full bloom
Reminiscence
She bride - he groom

Green thumbs
Tenderers plants
Mass border 'n raised beds 
Cultivators chasers insects ants 

Country residents
Summer recreation treat
Variety skills learn
Growers veggies 'n flowers colorful sweet

She was the sun
Soft warm 'n brilliant
Sudden loss now bereaved
Mascara tears stain face rare comment

Gone fore'er days
Garden seeds seedlings homegrown
Present future unsettled
Sun was the sun questions answer monotone.

© 2019 June Quintin
 
July 2019 Writing Prompts




Picture Search – Found Myself

Rarely do I complain; I’d rather be a positive supporter. 

I’ve had my share (more than some less than others) of unfortunate life’s circumstances.

Social media networking has been quite therapeutic for me as well as writing for a hobby.

Today I found a good description of myself in the above picture – gal who has yet to manage putting the puzzle pieces together.

Losing someone you love dearly is difficult – losing one or more of your children far worse.

Listed below is a partial list of symptoms of grief I deal with to this day / night.

  •  Segmented sleep pattern
  •  Appetite changes 
  •  Difficulty concentrating for extended periods 
  •  Crying versus bothered and upset yet numbed out
  •  Social isolation  (fought this) 
  •  Anxiety attacks out of nowhere
  •  Depression – off and on
  •  Nightmares 
  •  List goes on

Inspirational messages and shared affirmations are definitely nice – momentarily only though as when alone one can sink into a pit of despair. 

I’ve no idea why some people have so much strength while others complain about the most trivial matters. 

If I could change places I’d opt out of being a Mother who lost children. It’s grief that never goes away.

Few Know The Struggle Within

Alone sits with grief
Stares in space disbelief
Lost place consider home
Commence again self alone
Unknown exact path turn
Remembrances forevermore yearn
Comparisons generate depression
Positives accept – disallow dat culprit win
Dismiss numerous intrusive sad thoughts
Countless shreds happiness future straightaway sought.

© 2019 June Quintin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Remembrance

Hello daughter
Heaven resident

Birthday fifty-two
Cemetery present

Early-on Lord chose you be with him
Leaving behind two beautiful children

Time and again ponder 'why' reason
Doubt overcome create faith treason

Cardinals and butterflies stare
Signs sweet daughter presence near

Sunny August summer evening you born
Adorable baby-blue eyes blond hair adorn

Motherhood kick off dream wonderful true
Fate face remainder life sweet memories of you.

© 2018 June Quintin








The Empty Hole

Exterior thankful whole
Interior broken heart holds

Grief assimilate tide's ebbs and flows
Five stages conclusion sudden undertow

No prelude exhaustive process loss
Survivors bear unfathomable cross

Acceptance unchosen future alone alas
Society's behavior liken senseless crass

Sadness empty gape forever unpaved
Thankful Lord concrete strength faith gave.

© 2018 June Quintin

Shambles

Virtual garden freeze
Profile deactivation please

Grown tired of fakes
Unsightly gruesome flakes

Feelings concrete shutdown
Desire grieve solely shown

Innermost feelings reflect
Questionable faith conflict

Capacity full emotional space
Memories loss 23 years ago face

Compassion, empathy, reality
Continual loss no fun actuality

Never expect anything from anyone
Expectations seem always hurt someone.

© 2018 June Quintin