Z
Blogging from A to Z Challenge [April 2015]
We used to talk a
lot
about death
and yet
your physical
absence
is so heavy to bear
the suddenness with
which you
disappeared
person-body-ashes-water-nothing
was that the last
birthday gift
teaching me
"m-e-t-a-m-o-r-p-h-o-s-i-s"
one more time
I was always
your strong girl
in your version of
me
I could take on
the world
on my own
Maybe I could
because you stood
by me
as a shield
Now you are
my arrow and my bow
my aims and my means
you were warmth
and now you are
light
I read this poem
to myself
every night
and I know
you are watching
me do it right.
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A VERSE I READ OFTEN FOR MY DAD
"Love never
disappears for death is a non-event.
I
have merely retired to the room next door.
You
and I are the same; what we were for each other, we still are.
Speak
to me as you always have, do not use a different tone, do not be sad.
Continue
to laugh at what made us laugh.
Smile
and think of me.
Life
means what it has always meant.
The
link is not severed.
Why
should I be out of your soul if I am out of your sight?
I
will wait for you, I am not here, but just on the other side of this path.
You
see, all is well.”
- St. Augustine
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