Tags : mourning

LONESOME SHORE.

LONESOME SHORE.

A Poem by Terry Collett


FATHER IN CONVERSATION WITH HIS DEAD SON.
NOT MEND.

NOT MEND.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER'S CONVERSATION WITH HIS DEAD SON.
NOT BEING THERE.

NOT BEING THERE.

A Poem by Terry Collett


FATHER CONVERSING WITH HIS DEAD SON.
WILL REMAIN.

WILL REMAIN.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSING WITH HIS DEAD SON.
Chapter 1 - Mourning

Chapter 1 - Mourning

A Chapter by JasminWesley


April 5th 10 years 2 months and 3 days after. Max. He remembered the moment he'd received the news. Fresh still, unlike the wil..
REVISITING AN OLD RESORT.

REVISITING AN OLD RESORT.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSING WITH HIS DEAD SON ON AN OLD RESORT.
OUR LAST.

OUR LAST.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON
WITH US TODAY.

WITH US TODAY.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSING WITH HIS DEAD SON.
LAST CONVERSATION.

LAST CONVERSATION.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON.
HANGING IN THE AIR.

HANGING IN THE AIR.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON.
BEFORE DEATH.

BEFORE DEATH.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON.
Time is Ticking

Time is Ticking

A Poem by NeoGen87


Time is clicking The sand is ticking All I want to do Is to be with you And I beg for you tonight To lay down and not put up a fight Just stay i..
HENDRIX TEE-SHIRT.

HENDRIX TEE-SHIRT.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.
ONE TO ONE.

ONE TO ONE.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER CONVERSES WITH HIS DEAD SON.
NO SIGN OR SOUND.

NO SIGN OR SOUND.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.
Lost and Loved

Lost and Loved

A Poem by AMMD


Miscarriage
Hello to you...

Hello to you...

A Poem by AnnaGMartin


Hello to you...Hello to you - another day,When every word I say,Returns to me in echoesWithin the void, I talked myself Into these desperate blinks of..
DEATH WATCH.

DEATH WATCH.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A FATHER TALKING TO HIS DEAD SON.
Ashes

Ashes

A Story by Georgina V Solly


The reason why all kinds of people visit the headland in all seasons.