October 19, 2020

My First Christmas In Heaven

When I lost my child, the earth ceased to spin.
The moon will not rise, the tide won’t come in.
The sun insists on having its way,
Blasting its rays and rising each day.
Another day comes, my child is not here;
Another day comes, I live my worst fear.
Each morning I wake with the same painful thought;
October 20, 2020

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower

Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
October 20, 2020

Her, By Suzanne Camejo

Permeates every path
Only scientists can
Her fingertips on
On the perfume
October 20, 2020

David’s Poem

David was a mighty ship
that weathered many gales,
and leaves a blessing to the world
in every place he sails.
He buoyed the dreary and sheltered the sad,
October 20, 2020

Laughter through tears

His heaven on earth,
Words never to be spoken,
Upon eternal life.

From across the lake,
Hopeful as the sun reveals itself,
October 20, 2020

I Carry Your Heart With Me

i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
October 20, 2020

Greasing the Cookie Sheet

Greasing the cookie sheet,
First time in 18 months.
Each stain rife with memories
Where the butter or the chocolate
Baked on brown , now etched into the aluminum;
Like the most valuable print I could possess,
October 20, 2020

I Love Life Still

I stand before the gates of hell
does it exist
I know too well

familiar are the licks of fire
consuming my soul
October 20, 2020

On the Well of Grief

Those who will not slip
Will not slip
Beneath the still surface
On the well of grief
Turning down
Turning down
To its' black water
October 20, 2020

For Grief

When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
October 20, 2020

The Year Before Last

The holiday season is approaching,
and with it comes the New Year.
Although for me time passes slowly,
New Year's Day will ring in quickly.
October 20, 2020

Wounded Holidays

Young, they left our homes
in a moment, long or quick,
they were gone.
Dewdrops turned into teardrops,
the shining sea too small
to hold our grief.