If I could get another chance
Tag: Remember
What I learned from a soldier
What I learned from a soldier… About strength It’s okay to cry… About caring Take your vitamins… Stay away from dark alleys… Watch your back… I love you… About illness I’m so sorry you’re sick… I’m very concerned… Have you been eating right? Taking your vitamins?
Tightrope Walkers
tight·rope (tītʹrōp´) noun 1. A tightly stretched rope, usually of wire, on which acrobats perform high above the ground. 2. An extremely precarious course or situation. “I am always at the beginning,” said The Buddha, on being asked what life was like. Hello 2015. Here we are: at the beginning again. Accidental acrobats. On this tightrope twined… Continue reading Tightrope Walkers
Reggie, my heart therapy
He sees me June 27, 2014. He loves a freshly cut lawn. He does a down-dog-stretch before squeezing through the rectangular flap of a door. Outside. Sniffing a path, he finds a patch of sun and flops onto his side. Lying still for a minute, he soaks up the warmth then rolls onto his stomach.… Continue reading Reggie, my heart therapy
Poem #29: “Deaf”
By Sam K. (age 9)
Some people say noise hurts their head
Some people say they wish they were dead
all because it’s oh so loud
but I am absolutely wowed
for I cannot hear a thing
not a single jingle or a ring
I cannot think of the
cause of it
maybe because I am
deaf
Poem #20: “Zoo”
Zookeeper’s fingers, relaxed
Splayed
Leafy chameleon, sticky toes
Stayed
Don’t be loud, touch
Gently
Note his eyes, orbit
Independently
Scaly thing, never misses
A fly
Spellbound children, eyes
Up high
On the mini-dinosaur’s
Gripping tail
In and around knotty branches
Going pale
We touched a snake, a chinchilla
Even a skink
But not the wolf spider—No way!
What do you think?
We washed off our hands and waited
In line
Ate our brown bag lunch in a sea
Of pine
The big yellow birds were waiting
Nearby
Line up now children, let’s all say
Goodbye
The shadows beside me
While we (bereaved parents) are readjusting to our perception of what grief is, and who we are as we grieve, and how our relationship with our deceased child will be, grief changes and evolves, subsides and resurfaces.
