Sometimes...life delivers messages to us in the oddest ways, at the oddest times... It's up to us to recognize those moments...
In the midst of the snowstorm
Wife comes home to find husband...
Hanging !
The guilt that I heard
Echoed throughout the walls
Wife...daughters...sons...
All felt that they...
Should have known
Should have done something
Should have felt more
Should have helped more
Should have been there
Should have stopped him
He had left them a Christmas memory...
For many years to come
I did my usual routine...
Empathy 101...
Oh sure...
I know I make it sound cheap
I know it sounds hollow
But it's just that dark humour shining through
In fact...
I DID feel for the family...
I always do
I form a bond...
I absorb their grief...
I feel their pain...
And then after...
Once the dust has settled...
I knock back a couple of drinks to calm my nerves
Ok..so maybe that's not completely accurate...
Sometimes...
I write poetry
My toes !
My toes were frozen !
What ? He couldn't have picked a warmer place ??
Whenever I attend one of these....
Ummmm...
Scenes...(no too cold)
Events...(no too festive)
Calls...(no only another cop would know what you mean...)
Anyway...
Whenever I go to these things...
My mind races...
I try to fill in as many blanks as possible..
I ask myself questions...
Why?
Who knows ! No note !
Where?
Well duh...I think that's self explanatary...the garage !
Who?
Yea..ditto...
When?
We'll leave that to the Coroner to determine...
I'm no Quincy !
How?
Big frickin rope ! That's how !
Ok...so I've answered a lot of my questions...
Except for the obvious of course...
Why?
Time and time again
This is the one question
That remains...
Unanswered
The family all ask themselves...why?
The police...ask...why?
Friends and neighbours...ask...why?
I spent a couple of hours sharing grief
I felt that I had a better understanding
Of how this man had lived
"He had a good life"...someone said
"He was loved"
"He died of a broken heart"...
This last comment jolted through me
Like a lightening strike...
"He died of a broken heart"
All the time...
I had suspected that was possible...
But now...I KNEW...
It IS possible...
To die of a broken heart !
***Cherish those you love***
Dee Daffodil (HW) 10 December, 2008
Poetry by Dee Daffodil
Read 752 times
Written on 2008-12-10 at 17:05
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Like a Scene From A Dickens Play
The scene was surrealIn the midst of the snowstorm
Wife comes home to find husband...
Hanging !
The guilt that I heard
Echoed throughout the walls
Wife...daughters...sons...
All felt that they...
Should have known
Should have done something
Should have felt more
Should have helped more
Should have been there
Should have stopped him
He had left them a Christmas memory...
For many years to come
I did my usual routine...
Empathy 101...
Oh sure...
I know I make it sound cheap
I know it sounds hollow
But it's just that dark humour shining through
In fact...
I DID feel for the family...
I always do
I form a bond...
I absorb their grief...
I feel their pain...
And then after...
Once the dust has settled...
I knock back a couple of drinks to calm my nerves
Ok..so maybe that's not completely accurate...
Sometimes...
I write poetry
My toes !
My toes were frozen !
What ? He couldn't have picked a warmer place ??
Whenever I attend one of these....
Ummmm...
Scenes...(no too cold)
Events...(no too festive)
Calls...(no only another cop would know what you mean...)
Anyway...
Whenever I go to these things...
My mind races...
I try to fill in as many blanks as possible..
I ask myself questions...
Why?
Who knows ! No note !
Where?
Well duh...I think that's self explanatary...the garage !
Who?
Yea..ditto...
When?
We'll leave that to the Coroner to determine...
I'm no Quincy !
How?
Big frickin rope ! That's how !
Ok...so I've answered a lot of my questions...
Except for the obvious of course...
Why?
Time and time again
This is the one question
That remains...
Unanswered
The family all ask themselves...why?
The police...ask...why?
Friends and neighbours...ask...why?
I spent a couple of hours sharing grief
I felt that I had a better understanding
Of how this man had lived
"He had a good life"...someone said
"He was loved"
"He died of a broken heart"...
This last comment jolted through me
Like a lightening strike...
"He died of a broken heart"
All the time...
I had suspected that was possible...
But now...I KNEW...
It IS possible...
To die of a broken heart !
***Cherish those you love***
Dee Daffodil (HW) 10 December, 2008
Poetry by Dee Daffodil
Read 752 times
Written on 2008-12-10 at 17:05
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Pokershark |
|
Peter Humphreys |
