Thursday, April 1, 2010

Death: A Poem

Death by Dorothy Bowen Klass

Death leaves an open void,
an everlasting ache,
a sadness lessened, not erased, by time.

The loss of those I loved
their faces etched forever in my mind,
a laugh, a gesture, a uniqueness I cannot forget--

A silent grief I seldom share
for no one else can fully understand
that personal connecting bond,
or know those things I now hold dear,
that but for sacred memory,
would never come again.

Dedicated to the memory of: Dad Bowen, C. Helen Mooshian, George and Sadie Young, Howard and Rose Diddle, Grandma Espey, Nancy Lyons, Eileen Slabaugh, Carmel Gore, Joann Hobbs, Myrtle Hayes, Annie Laura Gore, Joanna Stevens, Raymond Callahan, Don Larrimore, Robert and Cindy Deaton, Coyte York, R.W. and Ruby Dunn, and Millard and Naomi Downing.

1 comment:

Mar said...

Lovely poem, Dorothy. Speaks well to the personal depth and expression of grief we all have to experience. I remember your dad so well and along with Jay admired and respected him. I remember Mr. and Mrs. Dunn and especially Mrs. Dunn's quiet little manner at church when Wayne brought her, even during altzheimers.

During Easter my thoughts always turn to those who have gone home, especially my dear parents who left together so suddenly. Death has a huge hold on us, doesnt it? Yet Jesus was victorious over death and that gives us the blessed hope.

Glad you shared your poem.