*Found poem is one where material from existing piece(s) of writing is selectively pulled and then patched, knitted together to compose a new piece.
Things…died in me.
My heart has stopped.
You wouldn’t believe what it’s like on some days
when I get home and close the door. I wrestle.
Doubts…regrets…restlessness and exhaustion;
stillness in the house gets to me. Cold.
Nothing feels right. Pacing. Constant dusk. It feels so…heavy.
There are shadows I catch…the hallway…turning the corner.
She used to laugh; ring in my ears. Now, barely a sound.
Sometimes I worry cause I can’t exactly recall…her voice.
Honestly, I don’t have the energy these days to really talk…engage.
[my son] He doesn’t have to say much; just enjoy his company.
I don’t know how to comfort him: What am I to do for my own grieving child?
Never dreamed it would go this way
…want her to be here.
I’ll try to tell her…about her grandmom; she loved her even before birth.
A struggle…to plan for tomorrow;
don’t feel like looking too far ahead right now.
I catch myself – a lot – looking back;
things I told my wife…promises…together. I keep looking back.
I get comfort when I realize wonderful times the Lord granted me with my wife.
I get tired being asked about…future. It’s not even a year!
Everything has slowed down; my world…slow motion. Everyone else is moving so fast.
Trying to find my way through.
About the Author
Paul Moon is husband to Esther. They have 3 children. Paul works in hospice care. He has authored 2 books: Lost? When people we really like die (for children) and Grieve (for adults), both published by Centering Resources.