Wife and Mother. I have 3 children,2 are living, one my middle son Tony Joe died by suicide March 15th 2004. He was 27. We buried him on my 49th birthday. He was one of the loves of my life. His passing has caused pain that at times is unbearable. Many times I have been given signs which I believe are from him. I would have thought someone was crazy to hear that 2 years ago. My husband and I exist. We live for our other 2 children (actually adults) .Poetry keeps me alive at times when my heart is dead.
Who is this aging woman I see in the mirror?
Who is this woman with the tear filled eyes?
Who is this woman with the broken heart?
Who is she? Is it Me?
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The greatest love is never spoken out loud.
It is spoken within the soul.
It is the gardeners hand tilling the sod and
planting the seed.
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Grandmas Garden was the best in town.
Roses big, flowing to the ground.
She worked and tolled everyday.
While we were children busy at play.
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I was looking at my hair today
to check that it's just right.
Then to my amazement and wonder,
I saw a shocking site.
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