In cleaning out my office, I keep coming across forgotten items and little treasures. That’s quite nice, actually, and I am making some headway.
The other day, Kevin emptied one of my bookshelves in order to take it down to the living room to become part of a pair that will flank the fireplace. In so doing, he displaced a bunch of my notebooks and things on the bottom shelf. Tucked away in this group of items lying on the floor, was a slim, spiralled book that was published in 2007, by an organization called F.A.C.T.
Families Against Crime and Trauma is a Canadian organization that offers support to families who have lost loved ones through tragic circumstances, be they accidental or criminal. They also petition our government in an effort to achieve justice in some cases. Through a personal connection I had in western Canada, I was given the opportunity to write a poem to be used as their introductory piece in their book, “P.S. I Miss You”.
I wrote this piece literally in 10 minutes. It spilled out in a kind of “In Flanders Fields” sort of rhythm and I am quite proud of it, not just as a poem, but as a small source of comfort to those experiencing devastating loss.
The poem is untitled.
Within this book, a testament
Of many hours, in sorrow spent;
Recounting memories of old;
No longer able, those to hold,
Who left our sides, our homes, our lives,
So tragically, this world deprives,
Forever pulling us apart,
To shatter dreams; break each heart,
But soldier on, we must—we try,
Though turned away, in dark, we cry,
And let the tears track grief ‘til morn,
When waking, we, with strength adorn
Our presence for the world outside;
We smile, we hug, we speak, we bide,
So joined in quest to make a change,
It helps us all to rearrange
The cross we’ve carried, up ‘til now,
The numbing sense of loss, somehow
Will lessen even as we mourn;
As time moves on, our hope’s reborn,
Through working on a destined road,
We help each other to unload,
The sadness, weeping and the woe,
And bonded ever, forth we’ll go.