Darko Durbic

"I lost a son", I hear myself say and the person I'm talking to just turns away.

Now why did I tell them?  I don't understand,

 it wasn't for sympathy or to get a helping hand.

I just wanted to tell them I lost something dear.

 I want them to know that my son, he was here.

So if I've upset you, I'm sorry as can be,

 you will have to forgive me; 

 I could not resist,

 I just want you to know,

 my son did exist."

The pain and the grieving so endless it seems.
This tragedy worse than my most fearsome dream.
I began picking up the pieces of my life to go on,
I trusted thru faith, my child’s mission was done.
My world once more shattered a tragedy new
When my child’s chosen partner claimed Thy Kingdom due.
My children! My children! Lord now you have two!

My Creed for Grief

My heart aches with intense emotion,
Allow me the dignity of grieving in my own way.
Though my grief may be swift or lengthy,
Give me time to accept that God has called him home.
I must find comfort with my loss, on my own.

When others leave me to my sorrow,
Be there for me. Don’t set limits on my grief.
My profound pain must heal at my pace.
What is right for you, may take longer for me.
Respect this difference and give me space.

Let me speak his name. Tell his story.
Though my reflections are suspended in time
They are the healing balm for my pain.
I have reserved a special place in my heart
To lock in the cherished memories of his spirit.

Understand my sudden wash of tears,
They are the raindrops of life’s adversity
And they create a rainbow of promise within me.
I must remind myself of God’s assurance
That at our journeys end, we will meet again.

Above all, be patient as I mend.
Each celebration reminds me of other times.
I may need four season or more, before I find peace.
Each day brings me closer to triumph over death.
Please let me grieve in my way.

When inner acceptance comes, then I will know
That I conquered! There is victory over the grave.
No one can take away my treasured memories,
Or my cherished keepsakes of the living soul
Who once was a part of me. . . and still lives within me.

Once in every life time we are truely blessed.
For a brief moment in time we were blessed with a Son.
Darko My Precious son
I see your smiling face in the morning sunlight
I hear your soft and gentle vioce when the birds sing
I feel you near
I will not forget you
You will live on in my heart forever.

To the living I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore,
gazing at a beautiful sea,
Remember Me....
Remember Me in your heart, in your thoughts,
And the memories of the times we loved,
The times we shared, the times we laughed,
The times we sang.
For if you always think of Me,
I will have never gone....
~Darko~

 D A R K O

 

 

Perhaps the oceans

                                            of grieving mothers

                are simply the salty tears

 

  

Night

Ah, night

My own private island

I drift, I write, I cry

Day's demands are suspended

And reality rests its eyes

I remove the costumes of the day

Wash the smiles from my face

Relive anguish of its corset

And stand naked and honest in my grief

I cultivate the sandman's neglect

Dreading the insistent chase of dreams

Preferring the cusp between sleep and wake

When neither torments, but I float

In the relief of sensory deprivation

Why sleep? Only to awaken

Screaming, or at least

Unrefreshed. To pine,

Once again

For the nurture

Of night

  Sending A Big Heart Full of Love to Heaven!!!

May this always be 
                
   a reminder of 
                 
  the power of love, 
                
 the bonds of friendship, 
                
    and the enormous impact 
                
      one person can have 
                
       on so many hearts!