I wrote this on my son's 33rd birthday — the 2nd birthday without him
I lost my only child on June 9, 2014. He was 31 years old and the love of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my world would turn into this nightmare of an existence. Aside from having wonderful friends, family and a wonderful therapist, I found that writing poems about my Michael helped to rid some of the stress and tension I was holding onto. What I discovered is that I enjoy the process of writing and coming up with a rhythm of sorts. I hope to share my poetry, get feedback and meet other like minded people.