I know you really didn't want to leave
and God knows we wanted to keep you...
Now we labor in this job, "to grieve."
Tears fell, now I'm numb; who knew?
When you left, part of me went, too.
The residue of "me" is just only "here."
I still wake and eat and smile on cue...
Yet colors dull, sounds mute, nothing clear.
Trouble is you were so very much "alive"...
Until you "weren't" and that is such a blow.
Each breath you took, taught us how to strive
Lord give us strength to those left below.
About the Creator
Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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