Tag: grief
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SIBLING GRIEF
SIBLING GRIEF As I get older and life and death happen, one grief runs into another sometimes and creates a whole new type of experience. They blend together in a way that lets me know life goes on, time goes on, and yes, I am getting older since so many I loved and cared…
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Little Red Car and Grief
From a few years ago: And we sold the Big Guy’s car… not a big deal since it needed much more work than it was worth. The dealer bought it and knew, said they could fix much cheaper than we could…and it’s gone; no more worries it will burst into flames. Yes, we told the…
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Orphans, a sort of Poem
Written years ago. Need to work on this. It’s sort of an orphaned poem. I have a lot of them. Seems to be on the theme of grief and trauma, lifelong themes for me. Orphans Caller ID makes my orphans tale harder to maintain: strays, I should have said or urchins or waifs or things.…
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Heading to Woods
Thinking of my late sister today on her birthday. RIP. Heading to the woods to investigate what’s in bloom. She so loved spring! And she was fun loving and feisty. That’s me hiding behind her in the top right photo when we worked together back in the early 70s. Thanks for reading and have a…
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Sadsweetness
Sadsweetness (from several years ago) The birds return, cardinals calling male to female to male. Morning doves cooing. The ratcheting call of red-winged blackbirds. For so long, I lived by a busy train station and the “Ring! Ring! Ring! Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!” was the call I heard. That and the blaring of train horns as…
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White Rose
White Rose (Written Six Days before my Mother Died) When my mother turned fifty, she told me that after she died she’d send me one white rose to let me know she was okay and asked me to do the same if I died before she did. I was appalled, yelled at her that I…
Laura Lee 