Gina Sassano
Never A Miss
You were never a miss…they didn’t know. Rushed inside while they waited for more rows. Failing miserably on the account of all others. Your dignity and pride now tossed aside. Unable to speak as voices disappear. Pleading for breath but life was so unclear. Uncharted waters diseased by a plague. Spikes on a fawn appearing out of the brush knowing you deserved a better day.
You were never a miss…mind like no other. Stronger than most with hands of steel. You fought a battle never to be healed. Moving on is a thing of the passed. We are forced to live each day as if it has never passed. Angels replaced us to say goodbye. We had no closure and watch the world continue to spin but really never go bye.
You were never a miss…decisions had to be made. Rollercoaster halted as the ride spiraled to deep. Words from the unknown began to speak. Rocking back and forth hoping to kill the deceit. No doors could be entered as parking lots filled with grief. Heroes walk on bye as they were the only ones able to say goodbye.
—Submitted on 04/16/2020
Gina Sassano writes: My father passed from the virus 2 weeks ago in New York. I have never written anything before. My words describe the moment we had to leave him alone at the hospital to the time we had to say goodbye.
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