If Only I thought of you today not fleeting snapshots, but long reflections. Clear pictures in my memory, stored in baggies to keep them safe. Your dwindling voice fades like a sunset, barely there. I thought of you today as I wiped away tears, that come unannounced. The day you disappeared, the day he said …
If Only… AfterTalk Inspirational 8.29.19 Read More »
Editor’s Note: this is a poem by Bette Korman, artist, author, poet, museum director, and spiritual entrepreneur. Although it does not directly reference grieving for loved one, it will resonate for widows and widowers of a certain age. “ Old Age”………. patterns that fall apart and can’t be sewn back together because the fabric has …
Old Age: AfterTalk Inspirational 8.22.19 Read More »
How Will I Breathe? Where did he go, this brother of mine? Strong with his opinions, his voice, his presence. In his place, a mere shadow, not even a good likeness. And yet, when I look deeply into weary eyes, I see the one who shared my life for all my life. …
How Will I Breathe? AfterTalk Inspirational 8.15.19 Read More »
by Chanel Brenner It falls from my binder, cherry crayon streaks ripen in sun, LOVE RILEY— a valentine from my son, three weeks before he died, cutout paper once a tree, before its felling and reduction to pulp. I pick up the heart, hold it like a seed I’ll save to …
Before he died: Clear-Cut by Chanel Brenner: AfterTalk Inspirational 8.8.19 Read More »
by Chanel Brenner Stretching my legs after a walk down our old street, my dead son’s face came to me, the scar below his left eyebrow, the window of his missing two front teeth so clear, I had to sit for a minute, on someone else’s porch. You’d think we’d …
We Never Heal: Just Remember Less: AfterTalk 8.1.19 Read More »
