Why does it still hurt?
Why do I still miss him so?
Nine years and it is as lonely as the day he left
A wound time cannot mend
Though we try to forget, a permanency that haunts
If only my grieving was enough to bring him back
If only I had a chance to say goodbye...
Why is death so cold?
About Me
- Lisa Marie Garcia
- All of the poetry posted was written during the 90's. Some are dated, some I do not recall the date. Some are quotes from poets I revere. The Goodrich photos are those of my grandfather Wilford Goodrich. He was a photographer who spent most of his adult life supporting his family shooting photos of families, people and places. He lived 1878-1977.
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