Each Day Since Then I Set My Bones In Motion Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Each day since then I set my bones in motion
The dart of death came quick, then you were gone
A sudden cloud of black eclipsed the sun
Three days you lay alone my eldest one

Each day since then I set my bones in motion
My tears are dry, that nearly filled an ocean
Inside I'm arid, grief was an implosion

I see a passerby wearing your clothes
My heart leaps up, they seem to have your pose
But hope dies down at once, when they draw close

Your life should have had nuggets of delight
And not have been a source of endless night
Until we meet again my son, sleep tight