MomsGetReal™ Poet Extraordinaire Tammy Bartholomew
You’re In My Heart
I said I miss you today Even though we are miles apart You said you were with me Because I had you in my heart You are growing up so fast A strong handsome young man It boggles my mind Things you can comprehend Told you I was moving on What did I need to do Explain but you all said We are happy for you What an adult answer For me to make a new start From my strong handsome son Remember you will always be in my heartThe Steps of Letting Go
Emotions run high During the divorce grieving process You feel every one of them Trying to figure out this mess Manipulated, mad Are a few to start Frustrated, betrayed Because someone broke your heart Denial is the first phase I hear you go through Not wanting to believe Someone is threw with you Anger and rage Is next I am supposed to feel Still trying to get there In the process trying to heal Depression on the docket Do I really need to go there All I have been through Do I even dare Hurt, confusion, rage Has to be in there somewhere I’m sure they wouldn’t be If the person truly cared Acceptance is part of the last step I have to take Prayers and letting go Forgiving the mistakesNails in Our Coffin
Through our addictions We face each day We start to put nails in our coffin In a bed we must lay Whether it be with alcohol Or maybe even drugs Sometimes even through The ones we loved We hear our bodies are a temple We keep putting poisons in See it doesn’t seem to matter The world just continues to spin Maybe it is with food Certain amounts to survive Not every food healthy To help keep us alive What about the disease We can’t seem to fight Another nail in our coffin Closer to our forever goodnight We are so engrossed Just keep putting the toxin in When will we learn This is one nail closer to our end We are all in the vicious cycle Some can’t even see How their actions Start to affect me We want to believe The more knowledge we have We should be able to face Maybe just learn to laugh Addictions come in many forms You never realize Sometimes we tricks ourselves In believing our own liesWe don’t want to face We are all the same Some may even die sooner Of the dreaded game
