Tag: death
member name: david w.
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April 07, 2008 10:43 AM EDT --
© David Wainland 2006
I came into this world alone,
Kicking and screaming,
Clutching at darkness and solitude.
No fear of the end,
But frightened of the . . .
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September 25, 2008 10:44 AM EDT --
© by David Wainland
There is a time in the early hours
when black sky gives way to morning gray.
The moon hangs low and silver in the horizon
and the brightest . . .
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October 31, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Written when I was fourteen years old.
© David Wainland 2008
Composed in 1954
One day as the sun was setting
and leaving the purple sky
The colors I saw . . .
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September 24, 2008 11:01 PM EDT --
As we stepped out of the car for our holiday visit to my son's grave my wife asked, "Did you take the stone and the prayer" It called to mind an old war movie called a . . .
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April 02, 2008 09:51 PM EDT --
© David Wainland 2008
April 4 1945, I have a new brother. For five years I am the only child and suddenly this squalling bundle of red face baby is getting all the attention. I was . . .
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April 04, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
REPOST
© 2004
A POEM ABOUT MY SON IN HONOR OF MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY
I awake to a thick blanket of humidity,
a new storm rumbles in the distance.
Lightning sheets, like . . .
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May 15, 2008 12:01 PM EDT --
© 2005 David Wainland
In the first days after my son passed away, I was naturally depressed, withdrawn and moody. Once our initial week of mourning, a period called Sitting Shiva . . .
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May 22, 2008 12:10 PM EDT --
© 2008 David Wainland
On Monday, April 24, 1949, I returned home from school to find my Bubbah Gussy (Grandmother), waiting in our apartment. She seldom visited us and seeing her there . . .
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September 29, 2008 11:44 AM EDT --
Our holiday, Rosh Hashanna , the Jewish New Year, begins at sundown tonight, 9/29/08. As a mark of respect and tradition we visited our son's grave yesterday morning . This poem . . .
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April 26, 2008 04:51 PM EDT --
I based my first as yet unpublished, novel, Matecumbe, on this true story. Of course my characters were fictional, but learning about this incident gave birth to my idea.
It is the tale . . .
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October 10, 2007 10:29 PM EDT --
Dedicated to my son Jeremy 1973-2003
I awake to a thick blanket of humidity,
a new storm rumbles in the distance.
Lightning sheets, like the northern aurora,
hang in silvery . . .
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