Activities of Tabitha Nyssa DiNola DiNola

With each loss we bury, I bury a piece of myself. I'm losing so many lately. Losing my shine it has become but a dim light, a sliver so fine. A brother lost, and with it our childhood laughter, memories of mischief and joy, now lost in time like you were, sweet boy. A father in-law heavy in wisdom, I'll miss his talks and our morning breakfast outings, another piece gone. A grandmother, a mother really, her warmth and affection have departed, I am left here broken hearted. So long to that piece as well. A grandfather, his knowledge in life knew no bounds. He could always make me laugh even when all I wanted was to frown. So long to that part as well ciao Nonno, that piece of my heart torn asunder. Truly what more could life muster. A mother sure why not, though the relationship was strained the love remained, with her goes my sanity I'm sure because honestly how much more tragedy and loss could one life endure. So as I bury them, I bury me and pray there's something left, for like these people that I loved so dear, I fear I too shall disappear and leave those who remain bereft left reeling from this theft.
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A mother's embrace warm and sweet, ours was a love of a different kind.
Rarely seeing eye to eye, we fought you squabbled bye and bye.
Frustration formed of love and concern bulit up a wall between us we could not burn.
Harsh words exchanged though seemingly bitter were born of a place of fear and anger.
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Eyes that once used to shine so full of hope and laughter, now glisten only with tears in the days after. Your were her protector her hero, now you have been demoted to zero. A life that should be so light and carefree now has become so heavy and tangled with debris. My beautiful girl with a heart so kind, now has become a prisoner in her own mind. She replays it again and again, over and over, it would be easier to pluck a four-leaf clover. Searching for the reason, the answer to her question of why, just makes the tears fall, they sparkle like stars in the sky. The sight of you, or the mere mention of your name, cause feelings she cannot tame. Her chest tightens and throat closes, when she thinks of you and her family, oh the dilemma that it poses. I hope you see this is not a fight to be won, what damage you have wrought cannot be
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In this ocean of grief is where I stand, each memory of you the grains of sand. The smiles, the laughter, the times we shared, are now the waves that pull me under. My heart, my soul have been torn asunder. The great big hugs all warm and strong, have now become a sirens song. They lure me in with memories so happy yet sad, they make me question if I'm going mad. The waves of sorrow and aching woe get higher with each waking hour, soon they will be taller than a tower. The ache of your absence still strong and new, I know not what I should do. Do I stop treading in this ocean of grief and succumb to the waves of emotion, or do I remain in constant motion? I am tired now this fight unending, your death, your passing has been upending.
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Falsities fall from your mouth like water flowing from a waterfall. Little did you know that one day I'd be your downfall. All those times you held me down, now you'll be the one wearing a sullen frown. All the words of anger and scorn will now rain down upon you like arrows from a warrior sworn.Your broken oaths and vows will now come home to roost like the cows. All the bruises and tears I've worn and shed, now The Sword of Damocles swinging over your head. The day has finally come and you will be exposed for the false man you are, I will depose. I'll shed light upon it all and watch you fall. You will decompose when unmasked, exposed.
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