2007-03-07 - 6:45 AM
his birthday was sunday. he would have been 46. here is something i wrote for him. it took me 2 years before i was able to put my grief into words. i suppose it will take much longer to still the panic attacks.
red roses under the dirt dozens and dozens red petals � cascades dripping down the sides a fine casket of blue and silver silk white inside we placed mementos in your pockets your little girls note a blue crayon and a blank slip of paper a napkin from our wedding day a locket and photo don't forget me we pat your cold hand my legs feel weak there is no strength left to move someone comes to hold me up a wooden egg from uncle� a model harley cd and homebrew�fishing lure all these lay like precious toys around you or in your pockets something to keep you company something to ease our pain some token of our affection tear stained faces stunned and walking shocked you lay in your leather jacket jeans and Rush t-shirt with your favorite hiking shoes and in the middle of the viewing i lean down to peer under the sheet to see if they really put them on it was hard to leave your side cold and stiff just a painted shell of you parade of cars and motorcycles your brother rode yours behind you dressed in suit and tie beside him danny rode in full dress leather with blonde girl in leather clinging clinging leather behind you would have smiled as your parade took you to lay to rest we sat in a black limo and as the door closed your baby's sobs tore my heart out by the roots blood red blooms in memory of the love the pain all the roses you bought me over the years they rest still under all that dirt red roses laying over you like a warm blanket
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HELP SUPPORT US thank you for being our angels.
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