Empty, Ang

Empty
by Angie Westermann

My arms are empty,
The cradle is empty,
Void.
Remnants of a life.
Little stuffed bears.
Left alone,
wondering where has the
little blue boy gone.
Empty
Void.
Without
Empty.


Written Oct 22, 2010
In memory of Andrew.

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about the poet.
Alter My World (screen name) aka Ang began her art journey one year after the death of her newborn son, Andrew Joseph. Her art gives her a voice, whether its her grief expression or her happy times, it gives her a sense of self and the hope of healing. Art at first became a voice of grief and sorrow, through the years it has become so much more than that. It now has periods of laughter and brightness and when she needs to, she arts about loss and grief and sadness.

Her art can be seen here.