Bears on the Stairs e-bog

THE LOSS OF A CHILDLosing a child is catastrophic.A parent becomes an emotional brick.Life as it was vanished so quick."e;WHY ME? WHY MY CHILD?!"e; "e;I feel sick!"e;That type of a death is the most tragic! I once was happy!Now, I'm heartsick!There's a huge knot in my stomach.My brain's full of static.My whole life's in a panic.My son and I used to play and frolic.Now, my good moments are very sporadic.I'm either hypnotic or quite frantic.Sometimes, my existence seems so nomadic,Drifting in and out of life; I feel catatonic.Years later, I don't feel as drastic.I remember good times; it's almost automatic.Sadness and grief still appear; for a second it's toxic.Then, I go on without being ritualistic or robotic.I laugh and I cry; it's quite simplistic.