Promissory Note by Galway Kinnell If I die before you which is all but certain then in the moment before you will see me become someone dead in a transformation as quick as a shooting star’s I will cross over into you and ask you to carry not only your own memories but mine too […]
Inspirational Quote 2.19.15: If I die before you Read More »
This poem arose from a conjunction of events—the recent death of my mother-in-law, the last surviving parent on either side of our family, and my driving for hours through a deep Canadian winter to offer a grief workshop in Brockville. The periodic bursts of long “O” sounds echoed for me the howling wind, and the
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When Will I Be Myself Again? “When will I be myself again?” Some Tuesday, perhaps, In the late afternoon, Sitting quietly with a cup of tea, And a cookie; Or Wednesday, same time or later, You will stir from a nap and see her; You will pick up the phone to call her; You will
Inspirational Quote 12.25.14 Be myself again? Read More »
My Mother’s Mother died in the spring of her days. And her daughter did not remember her face. Her portrait, engraved upon my grandfather’s heart, was erased from the world of images after his death. Only her mirror remained in the home, sunken with age into the silver frame. An d I, her pale
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A Prayer I used to be part of you belong to you the extension of your being but now you live within me are the spark of my consciousness I say prayers for you With you as you sing your melodies speak your words hearing your voice in mine and my eyes too green have
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