August 11, 2020 – Tessa Dean

This is the bench that my dad got in loving memory of his wife, my mom.

Mourning

By Tessa Dean copyright August 2020

When my mother passed away my father was lost.

He lost his true soul mate at a great cost.

We all miss her dearly that’s true.

She has more mourners than a few.

Mourning a loved one never ends.

And sometimes there’s no time to make amends.

Life goes on as it must.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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Tessa –

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

New Author’s Website – http://www.tessadeanauthor.com

Author – Old Writing – http://www.finallyawriter.com

About my life – http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

I am also a youtuber in the authortube section on writing. See my videos here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSpNS-6gfJ0s8eD1berLwQg

Sunrise, Yoga, Nature, Meditation, Sky — Photo compliments of Pixabay.com

Sunrise, My Day Ends

By Tessa Dean copyright August 2020

As the sun rises

I head to bed.

Trying to get comfortable

As I lay my head.

I usually sleep in short cat naps

Unless someone at my door raps.

The world goes on without me

And all I pray is let me be.

My sleep is riddled with nightmares.

I envy those that sleep without cares.

I wake up with a start

Holding my hand over my heart.

Heart pounding hard in fright,

I found day had turned into night.

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