As was
is,
her dress
those ruffles
and torn–
As was
is,
her touch
we cry
such wet
such searing
tears–
As was
is,
she hides
those
Track marks
in bed–
As was
is,
her body,
those bones
dried blood–
As was
is,
her smile
her love
these memories
my questions
and grief–
As was
is.
Image and Poem by Rob Goldstein (c) 2016 – 2017-2019
Art by Rob Goldstein 
moving and yet so sublime…. i love it!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem.thought of my mom.while reading this..
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Writing is such a blessed release Rob. Well done. 😉
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Sometimes writing poem feels like prayer.
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I hear you on that ❤
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How powerful, and moving, Rob. It reminds me of something personal you mentioned once. If that loss is what inspired you, then you portrayed it perfectly. Hugs on the wing.
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Thank you Teagan. It was probably inspired by the death of my Mother. I don’t know if I mentioned the circumstances of it to you, I may have. When it comes to what motivates my writing, I’m the last one to know. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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Sad yes, but good for you to get it out of the body Robert.
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Thank you, Irene.
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Touched my soul so deeply, we lose so much the older we get. Thank you, Rob.
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Thank you, Paula. If the poem touched one soul, it works. That’s nice to know. 🙂
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As was Is,
was deep
was sad to my bones
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Lovely comment, Ivor. Thank you for reading the poem.
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Always my pleasure
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Visceral, cool poem!
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Thank you, Mitchel. I’m glad you like it.
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Past and future presently together resonate purely simply more
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