Gill Wyatt Injustice, Loss and Death, Poetry
Beyond hope, her sight is fixed on a time that cannot be, imagining what lay in her daughter’s DNA. She gazes through a haze of sorrow past eyes that plead, and dreams of a world that might have been, of childhood laughter, and of play. A life nipped in the bud, her baby will not […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
We’ve met before I recognise your face from long ago, and I recall the pain that you inflicted then, sleepless nights and swollen eyes, raw emotion, strangling breath. You stand in the doorway, lean on the wall, and await my invitation. I leave you there as I laugh at sorrow, until my eye meets yours […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
I climb slowly out of my grief, each step, soft as velvet brings relief that leads me from the long night of a breakdown, into the light, erasing the blight on my past, that seems abstract now. The kettle bubbles and all my troubles have started to wane, as I listen to normal sounds and […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
In pain we give birth; and even sorrow, may give way to joy tomorrow, when memories of better days light the face up with a smile, and vanquish tears for a little while. There is gain in every loss and success has its cost. And death, like a seed on the wind that flies, then […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
My old life is dying, and yet with fading eyes I view it kindly, as voices whisper memories from afar that cling to the comfort of the past, fearful of the new. I linger; then with a final laboured breath I leave, burying fear. Cautiously excited. Resurrecting hope. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2011
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
My little one, who never saw the light of day, you had no time to stop and play upon this earth. I never touched your tiny face, or held you in that sweet embrace that only motherhood can know. Although I never nursed you in my hands, you’re still a precious part, close to my […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
Big machine, little cog, on a treadmill, dog eat dog. No earthly use to man nor beast, waste of space, the very least. Cast aside, excessive cost, aimless wandering; feel lost. Grief and loss, deep despair; anger rising, shout and swear Assimilating, salvage hope; slowly, gently seem to cope. Self esteem revitalises; from the ashes […]
