You take your grief and spill it into a poem of great remembrance and timeless ache for this soul who apparently left this earth all too soon. Lyrically beautiful and soulful vision of what he meant to you and how you heal from loss. Love this poem.

John

Your poetry captures so much in just a few stanza’s. Your words are beautiful and heartbreaking. Nice tribute to your son Brenda. xoxo

What a beautifully expressed tribute, Brenda

Much respect

Naaj

I feel this one in my bones…As a mom, I know dam well that no amount of writing can take away the pain…Having that said, this is beautifully written and it gives hope that while appart, you are still connected…
Jade xox

Beautifully penned, Brenda. A very lovely tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Write it out, Brenda. You honor him with your love. Write it out ❤️

We all are connected to those who leave us in death.
I still feel my father on my shoulder when I need guidance and my mom was right about everything. Both gone, but live in my heart.

Your son will always be with you.
He had a beautiful smile.

Condolences and remembrances Brenda

I feel you

🖤💙💓🤠

Posted the wrong poem… ooops

Oh my friend, you are the Goddess of this genre. I love the subtle flavor of this as I read and could see it all vividly in my mind’s eye. Like a vision of beauty and passion in which you leave your mark on him. That indelible sign of a night he will remember and be marked by forever.

John

Beautifully penned, LDF. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Yes! I agree, let’s make sure those we love know how much we treasure them, while there is time.

Admittedly I struggled to read this through. The emotion is so incredibly palpable here, each word a pang of familiar grief.

If this is a personal loss for you – condolences , myfriend.

Clay

Heartbreaking…

A thought shared by all for someone. 🌼

Powerfully penned, Brenda. A mother’s love is unconditional my friend. Truly am sorry for your loss. Appreciate you.

Damian

Gritty, raw, and darkly lit. A kind of almost macabre view of a horror scene. You write the dark with great dexterity, my friend. Truly well illustrated.

John

Powerfully penned, Keith. Sounds like a horror movie to me my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some bodies are limited by hope…

Powerfully written, highly realistic, and illuminating poem on some people’s lives. You wrote this so well, my friend. The ongoing tragedy is captured with vivid and clear storytelling that gives the reader a glimpse into what is going on with this woman through observations so clear that I can empathize with her. She seems to be a result of an upbringing that left her lost. And you illustrate this perfectly here.

John

It is a sad reality for most. But her priorities are fucked! Thank you my friend. Appreciate the feedback!

Truth be told. Life is often cold.

Another write that punches you in the gut. Well done!

Powerfully penned, Keith. Priorities lead to choices, great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Priorities schmiorities… it is indeed a sad reality for many as Adira stated. But I mean come on??? I’d free bleed if it came down to feeding my kid, something’s gotta give here…

Also hope the POS who gave her the bruises got what he deserved..

Well done my friend, you’re amazing as always!

xx
~P.G💋

You did a great job with this, dear Keith! You are a precise observer and fantastic and non judgmental storyteller who léaves it to the reader to make up their own mind. Concerning me, I pity the woman but at the same time I can’t understand that her baby isn’t her first priority. If possible, breastfeeding would be a wise idea to give the child a solid basis for a healthier life. Maybe, just maybe this baby could be the person to break the vicious crcle of violence, poverty and hopelessness.