summer sleeps in peace -- a blanket on the far hill awaits the sunset -- waiting for me, too, this weight, this grief, growing and biding
Tag: Grief
The Widower’s Dream
The years have gone, but you have not. In dreams you are alive as day, And warm as a fire, flickering hot, While snow around our house does lay. But this is the vision mine alone, The blue so vivid, scents so real, From which people say I must move on As though I could turn off how I feel
To share is human:
In the Days of the Distant Mountain
In the days of the distant mountain, We counted our inhales; We laughed at the breakfast table, And spun our aging tales To an audience of newfound friends That changed at a climbing rate -- In the days of the distant mountain, We chose to congregate. In the place of the desert stillness, We took the daily heat, The nightly cold, the streaming stars, And ate what we could eat, Til we knew that our time exploring Had narrowed to a room -- In the place of the desert stillness, The cactus flowers bloom In springtimes we will never see, A hazy sunlit dome: Beneath the distant mountain Is our eternal Home.
To share is human:
A Tuscan Spring
She sees them in a Tuscan Spring The family that they should have had A world of wonder beckoning Is love a good thing or a bad? For grief is the price love pays to time The two-sided coin, the joyous and The sad
To share is human:
A Wind Along the Shore
She lost her friend, her long-best-friend -- She had spent years beside her -- The world seems ever-heavy now, And quieter But look, the sea is listening, And maybe there's yet more: In loving happy memories, And wind along The shore
To share is human:
7 Autumn Moments (7)
Draw boundaries around the universe before drawing them around grief
To share is human:
That Was Yesterday
Love grows high and wide, Time grows long and gray, You gave me your best That was yesterday Beautiful the world Sad the moments clear That was yesterday Back when you Were here
To share is human:
once you walked this lane
and nothing was lacking, but
turns out, fathers matter
to one who last knew long ago
what it felt to be safe
To share is human:
Bed Space
So many more will sleep upon this bed,
And most will live to see a better day;
But this – this was your final place to rest
Before the sleep of death took you away
You’d reconciled yourself in recent times,
Though Lord knows how, you found peace with the past —
This little space, these flimsy linen sheets,
Were all you had to comfort you at last
This bed space, thoughtlessly, will soon be cleaned;
New patients always come, it must be said —
But just us few, whenever we may pass,
Will think of your last days
Upon this
Bed
