For Emma

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Emma sitting on a dining chair, ready to scold me because her favourite person is no longer in the house.

Today would be Emma’s 16th Birthday.

When Emma died in June last year, well, I don’t think I have felt anything worse. I have lost my Brother, one of my Uncles, and my Father; however, if I had a child, I think losing Emma would be like losing a child.

Also, we had to put her to sleep, which hurts your heart like nothing else.
Emma will always be a part of our lives.

I wrote a Haiku for Emma. She was always trying to leave us when we would come home, so we had to arrive through the garage.

A paw on the glass
The key turns, open the lock
A pouncing welcome

Ghostly Glimmer

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Michael Brack – Withered Roses

Cold untilled soil,
an overgrown garden full of weeds,
blooming roses,
an atmosphere heavy and mournful.

An empty house
unlived in for many, many moons.
Decaying walls;
unloved, dusty and abandoned.

Eerie sounds
once sound of laughter, happiness.
Dark shadows,
lurking horrors and unsolved truths.

A vacant owner,
unwilling to return to the family home.
She lingers alone;
he hides alone so far from their home.

Through a prison window,
light falls on a room with dead roses.
Her favourite vase untouched,
roses she loved sit cobwebbed, dead.

A ghostly glimmer;
faceless, loveless, she stands alone.
Unbroken connection,
she cannot leave the place she loves.

Unsolved truths,
bound to this house by his untruths.
Unable to move on,
chained to this lonely torment waiting.

A coward disguised,
his fear of her spectre haunts his nights.
Provocative heart,
her resolve to linger touches his days.

She waits for him,
lingering within what was the family home.
She waits for him
to bring the son she loves so much home.