The Night I Heard the News


For Karen S. Leys (1952-2018)

And then
You were gone.
A spark of anger
That I missed the chance
To see you one last time.
And then the reality…
Out into the night,
Cool air on my face,
Walking with no destination,
Thinking, processing the news.

Collapsing into the arms of family,
Gripped by siezures of grief.
You’ve gone
Where I cannot follow.
Gone, never to return.

They tell me you’ve gone
To a better place,
But what place could be better
Than one in which we’re together?



21 thoughts on “The Night I Heard the News

  1. John, so sorry for your loss, My Friend! This poem is so heartfelt and stunning! It really gripped my heart having walked in those shoes. Your last lines are so awesome and say everything about your relationship – “But what place could be better
    Than one in which we’re together?”
    It took me six years before I could write about the last time I saw my Dad and I finally cried!
    “A Special Time With Him”
    You should think about printing this on special paper and framing it!!

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  2. I can relate, I have lost so many people in my life and the grief can overtake you. I am so sorry you lost your mother but I am glad you are willing to share some of your grief with us. It helps a lot of us who have lost loved ones as well. Thank you for writing this.

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  3. I came by via thereluctantpoet’s blog.

    I am so very sorry for your great loss. 😦 I’ve lost both of my parents to death. So I know just a bit of what you feel.

    Your poem is a beautiful, from-the-heart tribute. It brought tears to my eyes.
    Please know that you are not alone in your grief. We are here with you, we care.

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