“Form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form.” Buddhist “Heart of Perfect Wisdom Sutra” Sam, It is the year of the Monkey, the ninth of twelve animals in the Chinese zodiac cycle. And, the ninth year of living without you—and your monkey-hugs.
Tag: Mother grief
“Wanna see a picture of my baby that died?” she said.
Life had different plans The day before yesterday (Thursday, May 1, 2014), I had plans to hit the month running, or at least walking. Post the first entry in the new series I’ve been working on. And then meditate—for at least ten minutes (a day)—a personal goal I’ve set for this May. Neither happened though. This day, life had different plans in… Continue reading “Wanna see a picture of my baby that died?” she said.
Poem #24: “Returning”
As a child, I looked
When I heard the jingle
Of my lost dog’s metal tags
Paper phone numbers fading
Blowing away
I looked
Just in case
And there she was…
Returning
Now, I look
When I hear the sound
Of my lost child’s melting voice
Footsteps on the carpet fading
Years away
I look
Just in case
But there he isn’t…
Returning
My apologies for this snarky poem. Starting to show some NaPoWriMo wear and tear. Wrote commentary (below) to explain more.
Poem #18: “Interview”
What do you do?
I’m into haiku
Where do you work?
In my head (smirk)
How much does it pay?
Nothing, but Namaste
So how do you eat?
At a table, on a seat
No, I mean—
I know what you mean
And how do you dress?
In tie-dye no less
Do your words always rhyme?
No, and I’m out of time
I see…so we’re through?
I am, aren’t you?
No, just one question more
Look, I really don’t need another chore
Just tell me, my friend, why your eyes are so sad
Because…because…my son is still dead
I’m sorry, real sorry, to hear of your sorrow
Call me again, then? Maybe tomorrow?
I will…I’ll do that…I’ll try you again
And maybe then, I can ask how you’ve been
A mother’s words can be so black
These are a mother’s words: “Of all the daughters I could have had, why did God give me an ungrateful one like you? Everything I endured for you! How dare you! How dare you abandon me like this…” Then she tried guilt. “I’ll die if you go…” These timely words, from the novel I am reading, A… Continue reading A mother’s words can be so black
