In grieving,
old language
requires new effort.
I no longer am her daughter.
I was.
She no longer has a smile.
She had.
We no longer are.
We were.
But, still
there are cardinals,
their red wings flashing
like a heartbeat
retracing her flight.
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In grieving, old language requires new effort. I no longer am her daughter. I was. She no longer has a smile. She had. We no longer are. We were. But, still there are cardinals, their red wings flashing like a heartbeat retracing her flight.
8 Comments
Lori frederick
6/30/2017 12:43:22 am
This brought tears to my eyes. My heart is breaking for you. I understand how raw your feelings are too.
Donna
6/30/2017 07:14:08 am
Thank you Lori. 12 years... I know you miss your das every single day. Thank you for your beautiful words here.
Donna Falcone
6/30/2017 11:09:37 am
Red hope! Yes.
Wendy Mauro
6/30/2017 01:56:22 pm
Oh my, just beautiful. You say so much in so few words. I love this.
Donna Falcone
6/30/2017 03:28:54 pm
Wendy, thank you for your beautiful words. I'm glad you came by. xo
Sandra Longthorp
7/3/2017 08:24:52 pm
Have you published any of your poems? This one reminds me of Mary Oliver's work. I love the poem and my heart breaks for you.
Donna Falcone
7/3/2017 10:05:58 pm
Hi Sandra, I have had a few published poems - mostly I share here on my blog and in my newsletter. ;) You can join the list here on the site under "JOIN" if you're interested. Leave a Reply. |
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