Keith and Lorrie’s Love story
I’ve heard it many times
It came flooding back
fresh to my mind tonight
As I heard Lorrie singing in his memory,
& of what seeing him again might
be like, what I saw when I looked
into her eyes is the pain of his loss is
still fresh to her as if it were still 1989
The year Keith left this world behind
By: J.N.R Dutton
Many men were raised up in a time
Where a man ever crying was largely seen
in a sense as a crime that undermined
their masculinity
They were called a sissy or a pantywaist
Humiliated and disgraced
Now, petty whining, I don’t advocate
but sometimes a man crying DOES have it’s place
like if he’s dealing w/a broken heart
if his home & family are falling apart
There’s no shame in expressing grief and pain
it doesn’t make him weak or lame
By: J.N.R Dutton
Earlier, I stumbled across some poetry
Deep & dark as raven’s wings
that just seemed to scream “read me”
I didn’t go seeking it specifically
Driven by any morbid curiosity
but it had elements & feelings
deeply familiar to me,
Like anguish & grief
I could totally understand it all
It felt like the writer was in a place
That not long ago, I used to be
Crying out for healing
Longing to be free
By:J.N.R Dutton
They laid his sweet Ruby under a live oak,
buried in her favorite red dress & cloak
The day they laid her down to rest, He did his best,
to hold on to the last words that she spoke,
She’d said to him as she’d given him one last kiss:
“I love you now & I always will, I know this loss is a bitter pill,
but rest assured I’ll see you again, & always remember this,
that for forty three years,through ice & fire & raging winds,
you were the man I love & my best friend”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Joe thought things were going fine
Til he came across messages one night
That cut into his soul just like a knife
They were between another man
& Joe’s wife
The things she said, he couldn’t believe,
Like that she hated him & she wanted to leave
Joe felt like his heart was in shards,
in agony & left to bleed
He wondered how
he’d been too blind to see
What was then so glaring…
His wife said when caught,
that she was just lonely & angry
That the words didn’t mean a thing
despite what he’d clearly seen…
Joe felt like he’d been stabbed in the back,
Wondered how they could ever come back from that
By:J.N.R Dutton
In a quiet church yard rose garden,
a woman knelt and gently wept
Remembering her husband
and the one promise that he hadn’t kept
For thirty years they Lived & Loved,
together they’d been dreaming of
Spending their golden years hand in hand,
but then his illness came
& sadly it stole away that plan
but when she looks back on the time that they got
She smiles & thinks she couldn’t have had a better man
By:J.N.R Dutton
He’d shaken his fists @ heaven,
for all the hell he had been through
but the more he thought about it,
in his heart the more that he knew
that all along, that had been
the wrong thing to do
So he dropped to his knees
& he began to pray
A sincere prayer of repentance that day
His rage was replaced with peace & faith
By:J.N.R Dutton
Billy thought his Uncle Jack was Superman
& he wanted to be just like him
Jack, well he was tough as nails
Never backed down from anything,
never seemed to fail
Then came one battle that Jack couldn’t win
It took his life when Billy was ten
It was then Billy learned how real grief feels
but to him, Jack would always be the Man of Steel
By:J.N.R Dutton
A vicious enemy, grief
breaks your heart
Makes you weep,
It can be like a thief,
Stealing your peace,
crushing your soul,
& if you’re not careful,
your sanity
By: J.N.R Dutton
They lost a child, in 1993, it shattered the family
You know they tried to ease their pain
but nothing was ever quite the same
When they laid him in the grave
they hadn’t even picked his name
Feels like they’ve been through hellfire and rain
Everything that could go wrong,
seems like it’s come their way
Yet somewhere, they find the strength
to carry on just one more day
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 