for my mother
Very poignant, man of aran. I can … imagine that feeling though I’ve yet to experience it for myself. 🙏
Thanks so much, Brent!
I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear mother.
That moment remains beautiful and sacred 💛
Yes, it does. Thank you, Ann.
Beautiful Alan. You're unpretentious honesty makes this one shine. Thank you.
Appreciate that, Ronald!
Beautiful Alan, I hope you feel her still with you in another form.
In many ways, I do, Thanks, Siodhna.
What heartfelt poem, man of aran.
Thank you, Luis, and call me alan :)
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing that
Thanks, Rodney!
Grieving is a process and I believe the more we loved the longer it takes to hold that person 'clear against the sky'. Listen for her voice.
How did he know
I needed a sign - something ephemeral -
to quell my wondering
Often
when it was still a game
we speculated about an after-life.
We promised to ‘ghost-contact’.
I was ready
to hear his voice - as if in the next room -
calling me by name
Did he sense
on this first day of Spring
when new life abounds in promise
It would be easier for me.
Most likely, time no longer exists for him.
I am the one left to deal with the hours
and days of remembering.
Beautiful writing, kate, thank you for your words that connect with mine
So sorry! An ER is no place to say goodbye. My sincere condolences, and may you have many happy memories of your mother.
Thank you, Carole, I do indeed.
Simple, sincere, sadness......
Thanks, Dave. Appreciation.
This moved me 🙏 so heartfelt
Thank you, Allegra.
Those losses never leave us.
Yes, true.
because we seem to be riding the same wave.........August
The old porch wraps around this house
cozy as a longtime friend.
Here summer days linger
until bats swoop the dusk away.
Rocking, I am one with the cicadas,
iridescent in my own stupor.
Summer dazes me.
Something wild calls from the dark.
I have not learned how to answer
or to feel at ease with shadows
that magnify the night.
I am unsure of my steps
Without full moon light.
August empties me.
Life-forces drain away, infusing
all that is green and vibrant.
Soon the lion will spew meteors
across the expanding night-
the flow will reverse.
It will be my time to ride the dragon.
Without sleep, there is no awakening.
kathryn keegan. © 2004
Wonderful!
❤️🙏
Still mourning, always loving.
Very poignant, man of aran. I can … imagine that feeling though I’ve yet to experience it for myself. 🙏
Thanks so much, Brent!
I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear mother.
That moment remains beautiful and sacred 💛
Yes, it does. Thank you, Ann.
Beautiful Alan. You're unpretentious honesty makes this one shine. Thank you.
Appreciate that, Ronald!
Beautiful Alan, I hope you feel her still with you in another form.
In many ways, I do, Thanks, Siodhna.
What heartfelt poem, man of aran.
Thank you, Luis, and call me alan :)
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing that
Thanks, Rodney!
Grieving is a process and I believe the more we loved the longer it takes to hold that person 'clear against the sky'. Listen for her voice.
How did he know
How did he know
I needed a sign - something ephemeral -
to quell my wondering
Often
when it was still a game
we speculated about an after-life.
We promised to ‘ghost-contact’.
How did he know
I was ready
to hear his voice - as if in the next room -
calling me by name
Did he sense
on this first day of Spring
when new life abounds in promise
It would be easier for me.
Most likely, time no longer exists for him.
I am the one left to deal with the hours
and days of remembering.
Beautiful writing, kate, thank you for your words that connect with mine
So sorry! An ER is no place to say goodbye. My sincere condolences, and may you have many happy memories of your mother.
Thank you, Carole, I do indeed.
Simple, sincere, sadness......
Thanks, Dave. Appreciation.
This moved me 🙏 so heartfelt
Thank you, Allegra.
Those losses never leave us.
Yes, true.
because we seem to be riding the same wave.........August
The old porch wraps around this house
cozy as a longtime friend.
Here summer days linger
until bats swoop the dusk away.
Rocking, I am one with the cicadas,
iridescent in my own stupor.
Summer dazes me.
Something wild calls from the dark.
I have not learned how to answer
or to feel at ease with shadows
that magnify the night.
I am unsure of my steps
Without full moon light.
August empties me.
Life-forces drain away, infusing
all that is green and vibrant.
Soon the lion will spew meteors
across the expanding night-
the flow will reverse.
It will be my time to ride the dragon.
Without sleep, there is no awakening.
kathryn keegan. © 2004
Wonderful!
❤️🙏
Still mourning, always loving.