Prompt words: twenty-four and ice Occasional feel Frigid ice queen persona Aftermath loss child woes Grief like tide ebbs 'n flows Count twenty-four years passed Remembrance horrific nightmare ICU three days before took last breath Children left behind ages seven and eight Forever young in memory daughter you remain Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
Oh Lord Questions What happened Where were you Heart-rending tale Angel wings Two children Depart Heaven Biological mother To date heart-broken Nightmarish dreams haunt Ghost-like memories Who does she thank Suffers familial PTSD Intrusive thoughts Dismiss-lose-Cheeri-Oh. The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 19/19
Daughter angel wings
Forever she twenty-eight
Amidst crowd shadows
Blond hair blue eyes beautiful
Reminder mother’s nightmare.
Prayers unanswered still Gut-wrenching pain desire Consoler sorrow Life sacrifice follow rules Solitude Lord please explain. ∼ JAQ August Writing Prompts
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
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
- 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.
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
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
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
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