Friday's Faith - Your Daddy's Longing to Hug You

Friday's Faith

Your Daddy's Longing to Hug You

I wrote this poem for Tommy as he has expressed its sentiments so many times to me and I wanted to try to capture them in a poem. My writing happened after he expressed the final sentiment of the poem to me just the other day...

I didn't get to hug you that day

That day that ultimately ended your life.

I didn't get to hug you that day,

not in the way I wanted to.

I had mixed feelings about your leaving

that day to go on that trip

and so, could barely move

when you reached over to give me that hug and kiss...

My dreams are filled with hugging you

And not ever wanting to let you go.

My life was filled with loving you

and nurturing you,

And I still long to nurture you;

the longing doesn't stop...

It doesn't stop 

just because you are not here...

But the hug, the hug that was no hug

seems to be my never-ending nightmare.

I realized just the other day:

In order to be able to hug you again

the way I really wanted to hug you that is:

To grab you and hug you and guard you from all harms

Will not happen again,

That is, not until your daddy... 

gets his new arms.

Picture - Thanks to Google Images

Poem - Your Daddy's Longing to Hug You - Angie Bennett Prince (for Tommy) - 10/4/2012

Wednesday's Woe - Severed Heart ~Edmund Kuznicki

Wednesday's Woe

Severed Heart

~Edmund Kuznicki

You are the silent destroyer inside

You cannot be seen but I feel your sharp knife

When you took our children you also took our lives

They say we’ll pick up the pieces in time, in time

I hope it’s before I completely lose my mind

I once was told to believe and you shall see

I tried that devoutly but have been left for blind

The pain I feel could bring kings and queens to their knees

Every minute, every hour, every day, it reminds

The suffering will bring no closure, no resolution

The rest of our lives looking up from the bottom of this well

I know those who lose their children go straight to heaven

As we have done our penance, this brutal time in hell

The torture will continue, the questions, why, why, why?

What could I have done to stop it, I cry, I cry

Maybe there’s something more as I felt your pain that day

Same time, unusual it was displayed that way

My heart races for no reason but I must overcome and win

I will continue, I will miss you, forever I will love you

My soul shakes and shakes it just cannot be true

I pray one day I can smile again

~Used by gracious permission from the poem's author

Story of Edward Kuznicki's daughter Shanna's death: http://www.jsonline.com/news/wisconsin/78547677.html