A lament is or can be a poem or song expressing grief. The lament is powered by a personal sense of loss. The poetry of lamentation, which arose in oral literature alongside heroic poetry, seems to exist in all languages and poetries. Confession, I can’t write poetry. I don’t know why that is. Even when I was a teen I wasn’t pining over a notebook spilling my thoughts into poems. However, I do miss who I was before things happened in my past.
The sun used to kiss your happiness on the porch swing
and the birds’ song would fill your ears.
Indian summers brought more days to enjoy outside
and more time to offer company to others.
You enjoyed welcoming hugs
and took a handshake as the word and promise.
You helped others without question
because all you had was compassion.
Your laughter was a pleasant sound
and brought smiles to little faces.
Your free spirit made dreams
into a reality.
The isolation took you from sight
and the tears were never seen.
You cried for help but he
made you wear a mask.
Other things I do differently but
I do mourn the loss of me.